Artist: Deacon the Villain & Sheisty Khrist f/ Mino Slick
Album:  Niggaz With Latitude (NWL)
Song:   Chevrolet Doors
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, NWL

[Chorus: Deacon the Villian]
(All day) All day, ere'day 
Doing it the Chevy way, slammin them Chevrolet do's
(Everyday) Weaving through the game
(Everyday) Move through every lane
(All day) All day, ere'day 
Riding through the airwaves, slammin them Chevrolet do's
(Everyday) Weaving through the game
(Everyday) Old school, heavy frame, yeah

[Deacon the Villain]
In the Caprice classic, feeling Cavalier
Through the night sky, cold hangin like a chandelier
Light up the sky when I'm ridin through the stratosphere
Nigga we outta here, the rest of ya'll is out of gear
Forget gas, I could run on fumes
You could find through the Hubble havin fun on moons
Got NOS in the tank, Nasty Nas in the deck
Make ya movements seem idle when we charge down the stretch
Wherever you turn, ladies pullin u-ies
Flashin in the fast lane, showin us they rubies
I've earned stripes from these Talledega nights mayne
If you ain't fast, keep that ass in the right lane
I'm in the sky, making it rain on dirt roads
Hangin with the satellites, watching the earth roll
Chevrolet doors, KY on the plate
This for my KY-LIENS, back to space, c'mon

[Chorus]

[Mino Slick]
KYLien, floating in the my space shuttle
Cooler than Drew Breez in the +Saints+ huddle
I'm known the make the bank double
I bang packs, but this rap that's my main hustle
...No lames in my lane
SS Chevy, paint job cocaine
Plus I'm draped in the Polo
Dress so fresh I should take me a photo
Hold yo' applause, you are far to kind
Bird to the law when I fall through shining
Shaft on the dash, got screens on deck
The bops go crazy when the king's on set
Top back, seats reclined
Sweet lit, it's reefer time
So can I please get a peace of mind?
I'm on cloud nine tryna ease my mind like...

[Chorus]

[Sheisty Khrist]
Yeah, heaven knows, ain't nothing like a 7-4 
Chevy with the gold Trues and Vogues
Fuck your shoes and clothes, you dudes snooze I'd rather cruise the coast
Hit the beach, sip some booze and toast
Gut your Oldsmobile, I'm like the coldest nigga holding the wheel
The closest thing to really holding the steel
When I'm rolling with the top down, it look like I'm posing ill
Everybody stop, frozen still
What you say Rae, the sun don't freeze?
We gon' ride this muh'fucker 'til it run on E
Deacon's blowing smoke like it run on tree
I got the wind in my hair and the sun on me
Ain't a nigga alive can front on me
Ain't a motherfucking nigga alive can stunt on me
I'm so high, in clouds I'm angelic
Might as well blow the blunt on me, have one on me