Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know I like my beat down low, down low, down low, low, down low, down low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let Ay holla if ya like ya down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, 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 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 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 pitch black
I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' 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 wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin' Polices try to 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 oughta have children 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 with a in the back Ya ya Kenwood 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 ridin' with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I got this Pimp Squad I know you heard about us Young filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On this glock I 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 under thought a star wouldn't bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo' rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow (Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my down 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 high and ya pitch black
I wear the crown down under, man, better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a Benz and my 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 long as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up Will he Will he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck Against Lamborghini every time I get a car
I like my beat 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 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black