i roll a 73 chevy caprice straight stocked out hubcaps and elites a four door mob shot thats what i got burn a little rubber on a punk ass sahob a fat ass fleet thats pumpin the beat a zapco board to make things complete i ride and side whip and dip spotted in the seat with a joint on my lip ready to take the cops on a high speed chase put up your pink slip cause im ready to race man im so tight i just blow right past a muthafucka and yes his hoe might flag me down the next time she see me but flaggin down dre aint that easy steady lookin out for the black and white ones so i can hit the gas swing some tight ones in my mob shot chevrolet i roll every day and bullshit tapes ill never play i bump hort and spice and mc pooh that gangsta shit i thought you knew man im so cool in my old school steady pullin bitches when i hit the high school short and tall light and heavy they all wanna ride in my chevy catch me in the traffic its mall comin through in a 74 im known to blow your doors on the sideshows with the shift kit tranny nigga what you think put your mail with your mouth and we can race for bank and on a full tank watch how hectic i get strikin with the ses when im tacked from the chronic ride slow just like the comp on the elites and imma fuck ya dome when i see you in the streets but in the driver seat stride way too low fool when i strike i watch what your hoe do trick i know you hate the ses crew we straight chev strikin on these punk ass niggas too fool what you know about the strictly ses soldier fuckin with the doja it might have me in a coma nathan nice from the north of the valley jo chronic old gold spittin game to pimp playas and the hoes known to live illegal but feds never find a trace never captain save a hoe playas never wear a cape never rappin fake and we zappin across every state comin up is my fate so punks love to playa hate but see i never trip because the chev is lookin hella whipped every nigga and they bitch is sprung on this playa shit so when you see me man punch it because the squad is in the town with the zapco adjusted fifteens bumpin as i hit the highways on the turf with smurf hittin the block sideways and i can swing it five ways danked always in a daze rollers try to fade but trick imma stay paid fools try to ride they know they aint ready the marks claim they mobbin but they aint strikin them chevys mayne we strikin  