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Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, down low, low, down 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my 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 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 dealer; I always have fifties And the and the killers 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, to get to trippin' Ready to show these folks a celebrity whippin' Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'
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 with a chopper in the Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows black
I got Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I 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 on this perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro With a fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808
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 black
I like my down low and my top let back 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 pitch black
I the crown down under, man, somebody better 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 ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever think ya 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 die? he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood 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 windows black