Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya I like my 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 beat down low, down low, down low, down low, 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, down low, 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 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 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 like ya hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' wit' me You can ask the real and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I have fifties And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision And ready to pop the clip in, to get to trippin' Ready to show folks a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin' Polices try to pursue me; 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 dick to ya daddy's daughter and oughta have children Hope he got some insurance I definitely have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'
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 rims sit high and ya 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young filthy 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 in ya car fucked up ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac down Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos On a and half with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, told 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 blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
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' with a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I wear the crown under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a rounds 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 to run up on me, just forget it The in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya think he gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he die? 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 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 high and ya windows black
I like my beat down low and my top let 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