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I like my beat 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'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' wit' me You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I 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, ready to get to Ready to show these a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's Think I'm bad now, you 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 definitely some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'
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 sit high 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 like ya hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much On this glock I In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his I bust Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the on this perp I blow Move ten daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, told 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 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 high and ya windows 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 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 Benz and my in the Chevy And now we ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis If ya think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya think he ain't stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he die? 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 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 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch