Creme de la creme homie, top ya know I like my beat down low, low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let Ay holla if ya like ya beat low, down 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
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 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
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me You can ask the real and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug I always have fifties 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 in vision And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin' to show 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 to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you should a me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I have some endurance her in Mississippi and drive 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 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 my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we worried 'bout much On this glock I 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 thought a star 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 in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow (Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' 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' with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I my beat 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
I the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a and my partners in the Chevy And now we ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm my Ferarri like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini 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 like ya hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black