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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 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let 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 real and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug I always have fifties And the thugs and the killers was all in wit' me on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to Ready to show these a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' Polices try to pursue me; 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 some insurance 'cause I definitely some endurance her in Mississippi and drive 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 chopper in the 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 a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you about us Young filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On this glock I 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 thought a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the on this perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the Cadillac down Hollywood Road On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me you buyin' six or mo' My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808
I like my down 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 down low and my top let 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 windows pitch
I wear the crown under, man, somebody better tell '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 chopper as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya fucked up he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm my Ferarri like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car
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 and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let 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 black