Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know I like my beat 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, down low, low, down low, down low I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
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
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 sit high and ya windows pitch black
I my beat 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 pitch 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 fifties And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, some television Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision And ready to pop the clip in, to get to trippin' Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have Hope he got some insurance I definitely have some endurance Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'
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
I like my beat 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
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you about us Young filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On glock I clutch In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up What ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't I got the heart and the guts on this perp I Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number fo' Other rappers', old dudes, 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 glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper 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 low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
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 and my partners in the Chevy And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on If ya ever 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 stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car
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 high and ya windows pitch
I like my beat 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