Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya I like my 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 Ay holla if ya like ya down 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 beat 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 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 and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me You can ask the niggas 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 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 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 but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have endurance Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young niggaz rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On this I clutch In God I trust, if a nigga start, bet his heart I bust Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the on this perp I blow Move ten daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos On a and half with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo' Other rappers', old dudes, told 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 twenty-four 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 like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let 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
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody tell 'em 'For I a hundred rounds and have 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 think ya to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on Ya think he gettin' 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 racin' my Ferarri like a light for a Against Gallardo every 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 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 windows pitch