Yelawolf - Box Chevy 3 - Текст песни

[Verse 1]
Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy
Tell them other wack muthafucks to get the pine box ready
Catfish Billy is deadly, don't get slapped with the medley
Still sippin' on Jack D to my neck and my head start feelin' heavy
Doin' one-twenty five down I-29
Really think I need to start slowin' down
But I can't cause I got a pretty blonde thing
Sittin' to my right that's blowin' me now
Oh yea she headin' me
I think her name might be Becky
I was bout to drop her off
But I had to switch lanes to get the brain she necked me
Aww naw, do you, come in two's
Please choose a couple of friends that could hoppy in the coupe
Now we goin' steady, but I'm not lookin' for longevity
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights trough the dash, I'm nice to ride pass

[Hook]
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen with a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin' off to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen with a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)

[Verse 2: Rittz the Rapper]
Fuck a limousine, rather ride Caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Ridin' eighty-five northbound shakin' doors down
So I turn the speakers louder pissin' off polices
Fuck five-star chick, gotta porn-star bitch
Ridin' shotgun with me gettin' so wet
Now she goin down on me givin' roadhead
Bussin' on her forehead then I take her back to the homestead, peace
Back in the Caprice took a sack of weed
And crumpled it inside a cognac blunt wrap
Then its time to jump back on the highway eighty-five
Slumpin' in the seat like I'm hunckback
And my Chevy look so dope
Old school vo's on it got it floatin' like a row boat
Gold flakes in the paint drippin' on the road
Drivin' slow like a show boat ho
Don't act like you don't hear me comin'
I got the Willie Sherman and its comin' out the Clarions
Twelves in the trunk
Flatscreen TV's in the headrest with Something About Mary on, Carry on
I be turnin' heads everytime
When you see in the Chevy man it's evident she car-struck
And I'm far from hard up so quit trippin' like a bitch
Get in the car slut you know you wanna ride

[Hook]
My rims are super clean, paint job dat glitters and gleams
And I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin off to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)

[Verse 3]
In the the background with a six-pack and ridin' lookin for a lady
Peanut butter seats have seat girl my peanut butter needs, jelly
I'll chase you like Chevy, if you ain't afraid to get messy
If you know the game then I'll let you call the shots like a referee
Now I'm drinkin' deuce deuce sweet and slow feelin like a Deuce Bigalow
Played the bitch like piccolo, go anywhere you wanna go pick a road
Interstate 59, 20, 75, 285, 85 Southbound, twins pipes like pow-pow
A hundred spokes on the vo's like wow, wow, wow

[Hook]