Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya I like my beat down low, down low, down low, low, down low, down low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let Ay holla if ya like ya down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
I my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' me You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug I always have fifties And the and the killers was all in class wit' 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' to show these folks 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 I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's and they oughta have children Hope he got insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in and drive 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 with a in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much On this glock I In God I trust, if a nigga start, bet his heart I bust Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up What ya under estimation thought a wouldn't bust I got the heart and the guts on this perp I Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I like my beat low and my top let back Can see me twenty-fours 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 wear the down under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred and have 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 to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car
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 pitch black
I like my beat 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