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Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, 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 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 high and ya windows pitch
I like my beat down low and my top let 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 fuckin' me You can ask the real and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I always fifties And the thugs and the killers was all in wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, some television Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin' 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 should a seen me I had children Give dick to ya daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'
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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we worried 'bout much On this I clutch In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I Got ya partners and the 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 bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number fo' rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me you buyin' six or mo' My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808
I like my beat down low and my top let 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 pitch black
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 wear the crown down under, man, better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and have bailin' I got bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever think ya to run up on me, just forget it The in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life up A stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my like a light for a buck Against Gallardo every time I get a car
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 pitch
I my beat down 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 rims sit high and ya windows black