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My Homeboys Chevy

This song is by Andre Nickatina and Mac Dre and appears on the album For The Streets (2008) by Mac Dre and on the album A Tale of Two Andres (2008) by Andre Nickatina and Mac Dre.

(Mac Dre talkin')
We out here on da streets man thowin ribs down and shit
Finna roll up this gods gift purple
Can you get a good focus on that? (read it read it)
Pull up in something like that
Go get yo weed from the store the legit way
Quick thuggin' out quick drivin' yo buckets to da turf and gettin' yo weed
Drive something legit and buy yo weed from the store like a real boss

(Mac Dre)
I'm on a block sacked up
Got twomps of kill
Gurpin' in my 74 Bonneville
No time to chill
I'm a grind for real
What you want?
What you need?
Tryin' to find some pills
Well come holla at yo neighborhood thug supply
Got everythang a nigga love to buy
It's me, MD
Skirtin from the killer whales
Black and White is always on a nigga's trail
But I'm hypo, nitro, keep the Chevy Vogue'n, floatin
From sac to oakland and the sack you smokin'
Nobody does it better, get my money, kill a nigga and the bitch I sweat her
I gets my chedder)
Ching ching and all that
Put it in a backwood
Nigga roll that
It's nothing playa
Let a game and muscle
It's all it takes to get a gang of hustlers

I sit low in my homeboys Chevy, my Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes
Yo baby picture tryin' to sell somethin' that's an actual fact yo
If you can't mix love with rap
You better step back
My K Swiss, like the step on the gas
And if you knew how fast, you'd think I just might crash
I think I saw the dub roll up in my purple bag, and still I have to roll phat
Can you believe that?

(Andre Nickatina)
Can I believe that?
Did you retrieve that?
The money in the bag
Homie I'm a need that
My blackberry cellphone confuses me
I got women talking about Nicky you using me
I got coogi rap yo, in my speakers in the back
My car shine like a new gat, I'm with the genie of the lamp
Comin' off the exit ramp
I grab cash like a calf cramp
I like garlic butter with aleodo crab
My son had a fight
I told him work the jab
Sometimes I'm very stingy
But yo I'm mostly greedy
Eatin onion rings
On Polk street that's very greasy
Man it's cracking like a flower seed
Blowing off a Gang weed
Not to be authority
Picture four more of me
Racing through this shit like the olympics
Running red lights
Never caring about a witness

I sit low in my homeboys Chevy, my Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes
Yo baby picture tryin' to sell somethin' that's an actual fact yo
If you can't mix love with rap
You better step back
My K Swiss, like the step on the gas
And if you knew how fast, you'd think I just might crash
I think I saw the dub roll up in my purple bag, and still I have to roll phat
Can you believe that?

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