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Ay if ya like ya 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
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 pitch
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
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me You can ask the real niggas and all the bad 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 slippin', got the berretta in vision And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to show these a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin' try to pursue me; it's 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 they 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 drippin' while I'm woodgrain
I like my beat 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 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 black
I got this Pimp Click; I know you heard about us Young niggaz rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On this I clutch In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I 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 ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a and half with my partner 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 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 windows 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 black
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody better 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and have bailin' I got some bitches in a and my partners in the Chevy And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on 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 on tuck 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 racin' my like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car
I like my 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 and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let 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 pitch