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I my beat 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 sit high and ya windows 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
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody 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 killers was all in wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to these folks a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had dick to ya daddy's daughter and they 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' I'm woodgrain grippin'
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 windows black
I like my beat down low and my top let 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 Squad Click; I know 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 heart I Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up What ya under thought a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the guts on perp I blow ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac down Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo' Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
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 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 windows black
I wear the crown down under, man, better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on If ya ever ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he Will he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car
I like my beat low and my top let back 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 windows pitch
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 high and ya pitch black