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I like my beat 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 sit high and ya windows pitch 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 dealer; I always have fifties And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me on twenty-sixes, watchin' 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' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin' Polices try to me; it's nothin' but gas-given to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had Give to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance I definitely have some endurance Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'
I like my beat 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 pitch 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 know you about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much On this I clutch In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his I bust Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up What ya estimation thought a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the guts on this perp I Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a and half with my partner 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 blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my 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 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 windows black
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody I got some bitches in a and my partners in the Chevy And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the long as ya leg and leave ya shredded way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got 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 Lamborghini 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 like ya 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 twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black