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nigga, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

See me ridin' in a 44 on the seat
With a or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk with D
Ridin' in D where we know it to be

They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you be fuckin' wit me
If they don't want to die tonight, they best fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull over in born my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they while they looking for me

Hey we the superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with stars
We're puttin' fear in hearts, when they see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots because

The hell I about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp Squad ho happenin'
Westside get panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do it to make the happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside than continue
Ya airing for a fender bender
Baby remember, make it quick
These niggas kind of know me, I'm the

I'm in a bubble Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, fire blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all hos wanna lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you me Ike

Thats right, monster sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you of thought the Braves played
The engine running Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

Ain't no where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
on the high life, windows up, in the clouds
Open up the console, that's I got my gun
Right next to that, get bag and roll another one

I got the vitamins, make a fuck all night
Hos know, killers on the west side stripes
Make that turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the pimp God gave me

I was up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way back in '83, T.I. up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas beef wit me
Half seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my watch it lean on me
Ridin' Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me
House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey