Creme de la creme homie, top ya know I like my beat low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, 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 my beat 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 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 high and ya pitch black
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, some television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to these folks a celebrity pistol whippin' stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but 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 he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'
I like my beat down low and my top let 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 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 windows pitch
I got this Pimp Squad 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 broad in ya car up What ya under thought a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the guts on perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo' rappers', old dudes, told 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'
I like my beat 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 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 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 everybody bailin' I got bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever think ya to run up on me, just forget 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 gettin' stuck, you got fucked up A couple in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my like a light for a buck Against Gallardo every time I get a car
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 pitch
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 pitch black