Artist: Yelawolf f/ Rittz the Rapper Album: Trunk Muzik 0-60 Song: Box Chevy Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Yelawolf] Yelawolf and I feel like a king in (my box Chevy!) Tell them other wack motherfuckers get they (pine box ready!) Catfish Billy is (deadly!) Don't get slapped with the (medley!) Still sippin on Jack D 'til my neck and my head start feelin (heavy!) Doin 125 down I-20 now I think I really need to start slowin down But I can't cause I got a pretty lil' blonde thang sittin to my right that's blowin me now Ooh, yeah, she's (headin me!) I think her name might be (Becky!) I was about to drop her off but I had to switch lanes to get the brains, she (begged me!) Aww, naw naw; do, you, you come in twos? Please, choose, a couple of friends, they can hop in and cruise Now we goin (steady!) But I'm not lookin for (longevity!) Pipes in the back The lights of the night reflects sights through the dash, I'm nice to ride past [Chorus: Yelawolf] My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams 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 the seats (my box Chevy!) Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin low 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 the seats (my box Chevy!) [Rittz the Rapper] Fuck a limousine, I'd rather ride Caprices My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us Ridin 85 northbound shakin doors down so I turn the speakers louder pissin off polices Fuck a five-star chick, got a porn star bitch ridin shotgun with me gettin so wet Now she goin down on me givin road head bustin on her forehead then I took her back to the homestead Peace~! Back in the Caprice Took a sack of weed and crumbled it inside a Cognac blunt wrap Now it's time to jump back on the highway 85 slumpin in my seat like I'm hunchback And my Chevy lookin so dope Old school Vogues on it got it floatin like a row boat Gold flakes in the candy paint drippin on the road drivin slow like a motherfuckin show boat Hoe don't act like you don't hear me comin I got the Willis drummin and it's comin out the clarion 12's in the trunk, flat screen TV's in the headrest with "Something About Mary" on Carry on, I be turnin heads every time when they see me in the Chevy man it's evident she car struck And I'm far from hard up so quit trippin like a bitch and get in the car slut Girl you know you wanna ride [Chorus] [Yelawolf] Yeah, in the background with a 6-pack now and I'm out lookin for the (Bettys!) Peanut butter seats, have a 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 - yeah Now I'm, drinkin a deuce-deuce swiggin slow, feelin like I'm Deuce-Deuce Bigalow Pick a bitch like I pick the piccolo, go anywhere you wanna go, pick a road Interstate 59, 20, 75, 285, 85 southbound Twin pipes like pow-pow, hundred spokes on the Vogues like wow, wow, wow [Chorus]