Creme de la creme homie, top ya know I my beat down low, down 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, down low, low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let
Ay holla if ya like ya 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
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 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 pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' me You can ask the real niggas and all the bad I'm a known drug I always have fifties And the and the killers was all in class wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you should a me before I had children dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Still my wet pet drippin' I'm woodgrain grippin'
I my beat down low and my top let back Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows 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 high and ya pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much On this 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 a star wouldn't bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow Move ten daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow (Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo' My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808
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 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 down under, man, 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 on Pirellis If ya ever think ya to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night up Will he live? Will he die? Guess he 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back 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 in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black