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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 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 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me You can ask the real niggas and all the bad I'm a drug dealer; I always have fifties And the thugs and the killers was all in wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, some television Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to these folks a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin' Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have endurance her in Mississippi and drive 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 with a in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
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 got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we worried 'bout much On this glock I In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his I bust Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up What ya under estimation thought a 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 swervin' down Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me twenty-fours with 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 beat down low and my top let 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 pitch black
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody tell 'em I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin' I got some in a Benz and my partners 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 ya shredded way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up A couple in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he Will he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a Against Lamborghini every time I get a car
I like my beat down low and my top let 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 windows pitch
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 pitch black