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Ay holla if ya like ya beat low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let
I my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me You can ask the real and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I always have And the thugs and the killers was all in wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, some television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' Polices try to me; it's 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 to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'
I my beat 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 rims sit high and ya windows black
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you 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 broad in ya car up What ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't I got the heart and the guts on this perp I ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo' Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick 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 with a in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I wear the crown under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the And now we ridin' Giovanni's and on Pirellis If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he 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' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya 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 hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black