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nigga, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

See me ridin' in a 44 on the seat
With a quarter or a blow get low we see
No tag, no license, trunk loaded D
Ridin' in D where we know it to be

They us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' wit me
If don't want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm pull over in born home my cousin and B
And they hide me in they home while they looking for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the with rock stars
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, they see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12
Back in the spot with the bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes from old
I said I'm Pimp Squad ho what's
get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do it to make the happy

Let's get a room on Virginia, step inside sweeter than continue
Ya for a little fender bender
Baby just remember, it quick
niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, fire blowing out the tail pipe
pipe, that's all these hos wanna lick for the night
I treat 'em Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike

Thats right, monster ride on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves
The running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, you know they in my hood

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

Ain't no tellin' I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, up, in the clouds
up the console, that's where I got my gun
Right next to that, get bag and roll another one

I got the vitamins, a freak fuck all night
Hos know, killers on the side earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, just at my piece and my grill
off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills

I was born up in Bankhead, remember me
Way back in '83, T.I. up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having wit me
never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the zone 3 on me
Waffle Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey