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I like my beat 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 and ya windows pitch black
I like my 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me You can ask the real niggas and all the bad I'm a known drug dealer; I have fifties And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin' to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag Polices try to me; it's nothin' but gas-given to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they have children Hope he got some 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri my wet pet drippin' 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout On this glock I In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his 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 I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo' Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number 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 twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808
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 pitch black
I my beat down low and my top let back 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 windows black
I wear the crown down under, man, better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred and have everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a and my partners in the Chevy And now we ridin' Giovanni's and on Pirellis If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, 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 gettin' stuck, you got fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night 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 every I get a car
I like my down 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 rims sit high and ya windows pitch
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 pitch