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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 like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let
I like my down 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 high and ya windows black
I my beat 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 black
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches I'm a known dealer; I always have 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 in vision And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to Ready to show these a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag Polices try to me; it's nothin' but gas-given to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children Give to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got some insurance I definitely have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let 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 and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we worried 'bout much On this glock I In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up What ya 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 Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos On a pill and half my partner 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 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 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 and ya windows pitch black
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 pitch
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody better 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded way in the truck, and my knife on tuck Ya think he gettin' stuck, you got life fucked 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 Lamborghini Gallardo time 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 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 ridin' with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black