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I like my beat down low and my top let 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 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 and the killers was all in class wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision 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 for the tag missin' Polices try to pursue me; nothin' 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 have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' I'm woodgrain grippin'
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 sit high and ya windows 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I got Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout On this 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 under estimation thought a star 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' Hollywood Road On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me you buyin' 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I wear the crown down under, man, 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' Giovanni's and on Pirellis If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just it The clip in the long as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on Ya think he ain't stuck, you got life fucked up A couple in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he die? he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car
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 sit high 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black