キー: G minor•
Verse 1
top shelf ya know
I like my beat 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 back
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
let back, let back, let back, let back
Verse 2
Eb
Gm
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
Eb
Gm
I like my top let back, let back, let back,
Verse 3
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Verse 4
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
If ya rims sit high and ya
Verse 5
ain't nobody fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real niggas
and all the bad bitches
always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers
SS's on twenty-sixes,
watchin' some television
Shorty, I'm never slippin',
got the berretta in vision
ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a
Eb
Gm
Pimp stolen' the automobile,
and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's
nothin' but gas-given
I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now,
C#
Eb
you should a seen me be fore I had children
and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause
I definitely have some endurance
drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' while
Verse 6
beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Verse 7
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Verse 8
know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich,
and we ain't worried 'bout much
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start,
bet his heart I bust
in ya car fucked up
What ya under estimation
thought a star wouldn't bust
on this perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily,
C#
Eb
tryin' to twerk five mo'
down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali,
fuckin' Hollywood hos
Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul
told dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter
brick of blow
'less you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four blades blades glistenin',
Verse 9
I like my beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Verse 10
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Verse 11
somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds
and have everybody bailin'
my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovanni's
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me,
just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya
leg and leave ya shredded
Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck,
A couple stiches in ya hip will
have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess
he might luck up
Meanwhile,
Against Lamborghini Gallardo
Verse 12
beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Verse 13
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
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