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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 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 sit high 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 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 nobody fuckin' me You can ask the real and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I always fifties And the and the killers was all in class 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 pursue me; nothin' but gas-given Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'
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 and ya windows pitch black
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 windows pitch
I got this Pimp Squad I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a nigga start, bet his heart I bust Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up What ya under estimation thought a star bust I got the heart and the guts on this I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the Cadillac down Hollywood Road On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, 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 blades 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 hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I my beat 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 wear the crown under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just it The clip in the chopper as ya leg and leave ya shredded way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya think he ain't 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 racin' my Ferarri like a light for a Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car
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 rims sit high and ya pitch black
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 pitch black