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I like my beat down low and my top let 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 pitch
I like my beat 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' 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 killers was all in class me SS's on twenty-sixes, some television Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to show 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 dad's Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got insurance 'cause 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows black
I my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much On this I clutch In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up What ya under estimation thought a wouldn't bust I got the heart and the guts on this I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo' Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' 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 quarter brick of (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me you buyin' six or mo' My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808
I like my beat 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 rims sit 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 hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I wear the down under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a rounds and have everybody bailin' I got bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy And now we ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just it The in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got fucked up A stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he die? he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm my Ferarri like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini every time I get a car
I like my beat low and my top let back 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 beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch