Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya I like my down 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 Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, low, down low I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
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
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 high and ya pitch black
I my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows black
I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches I'm a drug dealer; I always have fifties And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to 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 to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'
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 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 rims sit high and ya windows black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the guts on perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro With a fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back 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
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody tell 'em 'For I spit a rounds and have everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy And now we ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis If ya think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip have ya night fucked up Will he Will he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car
I my beat down 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 and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat 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