Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya I like my beat down low, low, down low, down low, down 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, 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, down low, low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let
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 pitch
I my beat down low and my top let back 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 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 drug dealer; I always have fifties And the thugs and the killers was all in class me on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision And ready to pop the in, ready 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 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 to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'
I my beat down 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 rims sit high and ya windows black
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 windows pitch
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried much On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up What ya under estimation a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the on this 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' Mob Soul Food number fo' rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of (Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo' My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my beat 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
I like my 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
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody better 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin' I got some in a Benz 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, just 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 ain't stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip have ya night fucked up Will he live? he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm my Ferarri like a light for a buck Against Gallardo every time I get a car
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me twenty-fours 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 my beat down 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 pitch black