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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
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 like my beat 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 and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' me You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I always fifties And the thugs and the killers was all in class me SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to show folks a celebrity pistol whippin' stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' Polices try to me; it's 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 Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain
I my beat 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 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young niggaz rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up What ya under estimation a star wouldn't bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro Goodie 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, 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 ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let 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 black
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred and have everybody bailin' I got some in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, 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 life up A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya fucked up Will he live? Will he Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck Against Gallardo every time I get a car
I like my beat low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit 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 like ya hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black