[T.I. & Big Kuntry]
Yeah
Yeah
Come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
(Y'all niggas) What (Y'all niggas)
What Pimp Squad shortay
What you know about them
What they know?
You don't know about them
(They don't know, they don't know)
Now what you really know about them?
(What it is) Yeen know about them
(Them heavy Chevy's shortay)
Yeen know about them (heavy Chevy shortay)

[Big Kuntry]
Now how you tame a young baller
That rides Suburbans, Caprises
Candy Impalas, Rasberry Monte Carlos
That barks like a rottweiler
Off the collar
Addicted to hustling
And stacking mighty dollars
O holla
When you hear the Chevy beating down the street
Beating so hard
The Chris is wasting on my mink seats
To get a rim posted corner
Call me 10 G's
The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys
Wit the diamond against the trim
A young ass nigga wit a Louis V rim
A sporty young shorty wit the Gucci shades dim
These hoes mistaken me for being they pimp
They said baby couldn't see you pass them shiny rims
I'ma cool little daddy
Bitch I never been a simp
And if you choose a hoe you need to hop on in
And if you ain't bitch you need to ride wit him
Cause I'm pimping

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, we riding in them heavy Chevy's, them heavy Chevy's
On them D's and them Vogues
When we shining on them hoes
Yeah, we riding in them heavy Chevy's, them heavy Chevy's
Beating hard in the park when we rolling with the squad

[AK]
Now if you heard from me
You if'eel something hot to the third degree
Coming down yo street in a black capris
Wit a fine ass freak in the passengers seat
Y'all fake niggas don't know the half of me
I spit pimp game automatically
Don't be mad at me
Cause I'm finally coming up in the industry
And the 44 singing on the triple D's
Plug not the underground celebrities
Mac Bone my partna keeping the beat
Heat it up like a cook out
When the sun falls
Y'all niggas better look out
Your rap careers over
I put a hook down
Like you better pallow
Ride and swerve while my niggas follow
Hoes wobbling and start slobbing
Bobbin on the dick until they swallow

[Mac Boney]
Speedometer, broken doors
Smoking body, dented windows
Tinted bended round the corner leaning
In the steaming screaming demons
Spilling liquor, yeah nigga
Blowing tall off the wall
Burning rubber leaving foul
Motherfucker how you ride
Chopping blades wit triple golds
Stay away from camilton rolls
Player cause I'm riding old
It ain't no thing to take them vogues
Jack it up, strip it down
Had the freshest car in town
Pimping cause I'm bout my crown

[T.I.:]
Hey shorty whats that knocking sound

[Chorus: x2]

[T.I.:]
T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's
Triple doors and vogues shining like some treasure chests
I got a fetish
I ain't getting in it boy unless it's
Got them little blue boxes off in the head restes

[Big Kuntry]
I bet it's wood in the dash
Duel in the ass
Get an Impala
Holla watch me (skirt)
When I pass
I'm buring rubber in your yard
Digging up ya grass
Drag racing four fifty four
That's what make it fast

[T.I.]
I hit the gas
And I mash on it in a flash
Throw it in the gutter
Buy another if it crash
That's petty cash

[Big Kuntry]
I parlay all day in a Chevrolet
Pears jay wit a face bright as heavens day
I'm beating fo' tens in the floor then
Hit the store then for some more Hen (Hey Dub)
Pull a hoe and four friends

[T.I.]
Dubs still spinningg wit a gold grill in it
White leather guts
Wipe up wit ya spill in it
Still trillin out here

[Chorus: x2]

[T.I.: Talking]
Yeah
T.I.P. shortay
PSC shortay
Pimp Squad
DP
Mac Boney, A-K
Big Kuntry shortay
Ya'll aint ready
We ridin in them Chevys
T.V's and DVD's in them Chevys
Come on and let the dish ride

Writer : DAVIS, ALDRIN/UNKNOWN WRITER
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.