| We jackin' Chevys
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| Chevy jackin', Chevy jackin', we jakin' Chevys
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| We jackin' Chevys
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| Jack, jackin' Chevys
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| Parking lot, full of cars
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| It was yours, now its ours
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| We jackin' Chevys
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| Cruising down the street in your 64
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| Banging your beats, shining your gold
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| Went to the store for gas and brews
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| Then pulled up to the park where they shooting some hoops
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| A car pulls up, who could it be
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| My nigga KP in the 20 AZ
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| Rolled down the window, where’d you get that from
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| Code snatch him out his ride with this new hand gun
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| I swear them boys in my hood are always hard
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| Come flossing around, they’ll take your car
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| See around these parts, Chevy jacking is law
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| And what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is ours
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| While you was up at Foxborough thinking about girls
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| I was round the way on Lincoln way on boulevard swirls
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| Traveling out to Canton with the beats in the trunk
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| With six switches in the floor to make that ass jump
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| To make that ass jump, 6 switches in the floor to make that ass jump
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| We make that ass jump, with 6 switches in the floor to make that ass jump
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| This for the Chevy rollers who love them heavy motors
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| Cranking steering wheel columns on Monte Carlos and Novas
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| Taking 12 on a chase, they never gon pull us over
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| The streets have been taking over, we ride till we burn the motors
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| Cutting corners with my guys
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| Five rides, five bowties
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| Crash those, take more rides
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| From big trucks, to the low rides |