Pull Up in a Chevy

Pull up in a Chevy uh
That's a G20
Wood panel on the inside, I got plenty
And you know the way that I ride smooth like Henney
But you know that 350 can jet just like Benny
You an L Sevvy
Talkin' trash about Bretty
But to tell the truth, what you sayin' don't upset me
Cuz I'm not you and I know you don't get me
And on top of that dude, man your girlfriend's kinda heavy
That was kinda rude, I'll say sorry if you'll let me
All I mean is that's she's not my type so I ain't jelly
I'm happy with the food and the drink that's in my belly
I'm just livin' life so you can keep your two pennies
Back to the van, man the thing is so sweet
Benches 'round the table with the storage underneath
And the gold shag carpet just to tickle on your feet
And the Buckskin paint just to make it all complete eh

Pull up in a Chevy eh
Yeah
Pull up in a Chevy eh
Pull up in a Chevy eh
I might
Pull up in a Chevy

There's a feeling that I get when I'm rolling down the highway
Sittin' at the helm of that gold bowtie thing
Windows rolled down and the breeze callin' my name
Takes away my frown, puts the cheese in my smilin'

Pull up in the C10
Every single weekend
With the straight sixer
But it's all I really need fam
Sitting in the middle, better watch out for your knees man
Cuz I'm shiftin' on the floor, with the four-speed trans
Rusty floorboards, feel the gravel 'neath your feet damn
I might need to take the welder to some LMC pans
Bench in the cab with the punched out seat pads
But it's lookin' fab with my Mexican sheet spanned
All across the thing and I'm sittin' like a boss hog
Hand over top of a Von Wolf shift knob
Thing's flat black with a spray can paint job
Lookin kinda rough, I'll be sure to keep my day job
Nonetheless, the thing is so sweet like some egg nog
Fittin all the homies in the back is a cakewalk
What can you expect with a 6 by 8 box
When it comes to memories yeah the Chev and me we make lots

Pull up in a Chevy eh
Yeah
Pull up in a Chevy eh
Pull up in a Chevy eh
I might
Pull up in a Chevy

There's a feeling that I get when I'm rolling down the highway
Sittin' at the helm of that gold bowtie thing
Windows rolled down and the breeze callin' my name
Takes away my frown, puts the cheese in my smilin'

Bel-air, Stylemaster, El Camino
Mobbin' in 'em makes you feel like Al Pacino
Big Burban, Task-Force, Silverado
It's no wonder why they came up with the heartbeat motto
Chevelle, Corvette, Nova, and Camaro
Kings of the road, call em freeway pharaohs
Caprice Classic or a clean Impala
Let's the people know you're a true fine balla'

Pull up in a Chevy eh
Yeah
Pull up in a Chevy eh
Pull up in a Chevy eh
I might
Pull up in a Chevy

There's a feeling that I get when I'm rolling down the highway
Sittin' at the helm of that gold bowtie thing
Windows rolled down and the breeze callin' my name
Takes away my frown, puts the cheese in my smilin'