Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, 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, down low, down low, down low, low I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, 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' with a chopper in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows black
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 windows black
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me You can ask the real and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I always have 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 folks a celebrity pistol whippin' Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children 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 have endurance Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'
I like my beat down low and my top let 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 like my beat down low and my top let 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 pitch
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you about us Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 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 What ya under estimation thought a star bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow Move ten daily, tryin' to twerk five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, 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 twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808
I my beat 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 and ya windows pitch 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows black
I the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin' I got bitches in a Benz and my partners 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 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 couple in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he die? Guess he luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car
I like my 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I my beat down low and my top let back 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 windows pitch