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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 high and ya 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 hot and ya top let back 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 dealer; I 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' Ready to show these a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin' try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's 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 insurance 'cause I definitely some endurance her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet while 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 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 chopper in the Ya like ya 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 filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust Got ya partners and the broad in ya car 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 Cadillac swervin' Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food 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 twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I my beat 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 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and have bailin' I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy And now we ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life up A couple in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might up Meanwhile, I'm my Ferarri like a light for a buck Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car
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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black