Текст песни Topback

[Intro:]
Ha... Mannie Fresh I got you nigga
I'm gonna show these niggas what to do with one of your beats
I'm shuttin' the whole block down
Here comes trouble homey
I'm a tell you how the king like to ride homeboy.

[Chorus:]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black. [x2]

[Verse 1:]
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin' wit me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS'S on 26's watchin' some television
Shorty I'm never slippin' got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
in a stolen automobile and the roof and the tag missin'
Polices' try to pursue me it's nothin' but gas given
Addicted to fast livin' guess I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now should've seen me before I had children
Give dick to your daddy's daughter and dare her to have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause death her ass is endurin'
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my waint paint drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'.

[Chorus:]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black. [x2]

[Verse 2:]
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you heard about us
Young niggas filthy rich and we ain't worried 'bout muchT.i. - Topback - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ti/topback-lyrics.html
On this glock I clutch In God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got your partners and the broad in your car messed-up
With your under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the gut's on this purp I blow
Move 10 bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood Road
Or the flyin' Spur in Cali fuckin' Hollywood Hoe's
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food number 4
Other rappers' old news told dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded .44 and a quarter brick of blow
Hey nigga don't you hit me less you buyin' 6 or mo
My 24 blades glistenin' and my 808 kickin'.

[Chorus:]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black. [x2]

[Verse 3:]
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit 100 rounds and have everybody bailin'
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Jovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If you ever think you trying to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as your leg and leave you shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck you got life messed-up
A couple stitches in your hip will have your night messed-up.
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get crunk.

[Chorus:]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black. [x2]