Intro
(I know, I know)
Yeah, yeah
La-da-da, da-da, da
East Side on mind, just like every time
La música de Harry Fraud
Yeah
(I know, I know)

Chorus
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Just like his pops did before the world close

Verse 1
'57 in the paint shop, get it straightened out
I'm sliding in a Caprice right now
'84 with the rag top
Sitting on the porch at gramp's house, watching parades roll by
Whole time nobody knowing in about a month, this whole way of life will be over, time frozen
No more high fiving your homies with your palms open
You gotta watch who you go home with it, watch who you smoke with

Chorus
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Just like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did before the world close

Verse 2
You gotta watch who you smoke with, who you go home with
Being smart's synonymous with germophobics
When it's hot as it just got
I lost a patna to the virus and a month ago, I seen him cruising the block
Like the murders wasn't enough, some other shit fucking with us
These crooked cops will put your dead bodies in cuffs
That's why I play the cut, tucked in the crib watching UFC fights
Without the crowd noise, the shit don't feel right

Chorus
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did before the world close

Verse 3
NBA games been played in a biosphere
How the fuck did we get here? Everything weird
I'm sure change gon' take some years
But I hope it all clear before my son hit the streets, trying to shift gears
Rolling with his peers, smoking, you know how it is
I'm just keeping it real
Yeah, 'cause if he's anything like pops
He gon' take it to the top and I'm gon' watch

Chorus
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did before the world close

Outro
Keep the E in it, chevy's on switches baby
We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures