Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, 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 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 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 like my beat down low and my top let 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'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' 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, watchin' some Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision And ready to pop the clip in, 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; it's nothin' but Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me I had children Give dick to ya daddy's and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have endurance her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'
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 and ya windows pitch black
I my beat down low and my top let back 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 got Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us Young niggaz rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On this I clutch In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his I bust 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 this perp I ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I like my 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 and ya windows pitch black
I wear the crown under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and 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 think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it The in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? he die? 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 like my beat down low and my top let 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
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 rims sit high and ya windows black