[Intro: T-Dre]
Mike G, why don’t you drop us somethin’ else?
Yeah, this jam goes out to all my gente cruisin’ in them cla**ic Chevrolets, you know what I’m sayin’?
This song was done a long time ago before you know who f**ed it up
Yeah, Lighter Shade Of Brown
[Verse 1: T-Dre]
I’m just coastin’ on a sunny day
Got my homies on the way but still mashin’ in my Chevrolet
But hey, I’m only makin’ necessary stops
Clownin’ on the coast as the ba** just drops
Out your box while your Six-Four [?]
Stupid a** folks tryin’ front off the air shocks
Glidin’, feelin’ the atmospheric breeze
Punks don’t touch my mic cuz it’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
Me and Tee are just coastin’ in the super sport
Say “What’s up” to my homies from around the way
Keep cruisin’ that flat six Chevrolet
They say, “Let’s go chill at Waller”
So I waxed Impala, my ’65 Impala
Pick up my friends around one
Now my friends are fightin’ over whose gonna sit shotgun
Not to brag but my ride’s nice inside
This is strictly dedicated to the Brown Pride
And I’m Coastin’
[Chorus: Raylene (x2)]
Just coastin’ with the top down on a sunny day
I got the homies on the way
[Verse 2: Deluxe]
Coastin’, blew another phat track
T-Dre and I are gonna take it to the sky and see
Just what it’s all about
Cuz foos around my way are gettin’ jacked for their clout