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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
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'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' 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 wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And ready to pop the clip in, to get to trippin' Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol 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 he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'
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 like my 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 got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you about us niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up What ya under estimation thought a star bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a and half with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
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 pitch 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody better 'em I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a and my partners in the Chevy And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis If ya think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the long as ya leg and leave ya shredded way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night up Will he live? Will he Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo every 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 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' 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