[Intro: T-Dre]
Mike G, why don't you drop us somethin' mellow?
Yeah, this jam's goin' out to all my gente cruisin' in them classic Chevrolets, you know what I'm saying'?
This song was done a long time ago before you know who fucked it up
Yeah, Lighter Shade of Brown, peep game

[Verse 1: T-Dre]
I'm just coastin' on a sunny day
Got my homies on the way, but still mashing in my Chevrolet
But hey, I'm only making necessary stops
Clowning on the cops as the bass just drops
Out your box while your six-four locks
Stupid ass folks trying front off the air shocks
Gliding, feeling the atmospheric breeze
Punks don't touch my mic 'cause it's T's
Yeah, the jam of the year is right here
I lift the front so I can drop the rear
Just got back from the b-ball court
Now me and Tee are just coastin' in the Super Sport
Say what's up to my homies from around the way
Keep cruising that classic Chevrolet
They said let's go chill at Waller
So I waxed and polished my '65 Impala
Pick up my friends around one
Now all my friends are fighting over whose gonna sit shotgun
Not to brag about my ride, but my it's nice inside
This is strictly dedicated to the Brown Pride and I'm coastin'
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