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I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me You can ask the real and all the bad bitches I'm a drug dealer; I always have fifties And the thugs and the killers was all in class me on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to show these a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' I'm woodgrain grippin'
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young niggaz rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On this glock I In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his I bust Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up What ya under estimation thought a wouldn't bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the Cadillac down Hollywood Road On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow (Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo' My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows black
I like my beat low and my top let back Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows black
I wear the crown down under, man, better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever think ya to run up on me, just forget it The in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya think he ain't stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya fucked up Will he live? he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car
I my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black