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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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat 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 and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' wit' me You can ask the real niggas and all the bad I'm a known drug dealer; I always have 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 clip in, to get to trippin' Ready to show these folks a pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin' Polices try to 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 seen me before I had Give dick to ya daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain
I my beat down low and my top let back 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 black
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the 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 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 wouldn't bust I got the heart and the on this perp I blow ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my beat 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 windows pitch
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 high and ya windows pitch
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 Giovanni's and Asani's 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 gettin' stuck, you got life up A stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a for a buck Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car
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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat 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