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I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' wit' me You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I have fifties 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' Ready to show folks a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you should a me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they have children Hope he got insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper 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 ridin' 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 got this Pimp Click; I know you heard about us Young niggaz rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up What ya under estimation thought a star bust I got the heart and the guts on this perp I Move ten daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, dudes 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 twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
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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 pitch
I the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and have bailin' I got bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up Will he Will he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my like a light for a buck Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car
I like my beat 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 sit high and ya windows 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 hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black