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I like my beat down low and my top let 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, ain't 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 never slippin', got the berretta in And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to Ready to show these folks a celebrity whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they have children Hope he got insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'
I like my down 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 windows pitch
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 rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I got Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout On this I clutch In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up What ya estimation thought a star wouldn't bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac down Hollywood Road On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro With a fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow (Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo' My twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
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 twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I wear the crown under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and 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 tryin' to run up on me, forget it The clip in the long as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on 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 Ferarri a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car
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 sit high 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 and ya windows pitch black