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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 ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
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 always have And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, some television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to Ready to show these a celebrity pistol whippin' stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' Polices try to me; it's nothin' but gas-given Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'
I like my down 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 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
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 nigga start, bet his I bust Got ya and the broad 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 Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a and half with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number fo' rappers', old dudes, told 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 blades glistenin', and my 808
I my beat down 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 and ya windows pitch black
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 rims sit high and ya pitch black
I wear the crown under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred and have everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya fucked up Will he live? Will he Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car
I my beat down 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
I like my down 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 windows black