| I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda Civic
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| Hundred sack of that dro, got a G lifted
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| And the way I work the grain, gotta be gifted
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| Dipping, in and out of traffic swiftly
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| Tipsy, off drank but no beers here
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| I got a tre, and a twenty ounce root beer
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| Muddy, like a motherfucking hog pen
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| Banging Pac «Makaveli», play that number eight again
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| Time go by, puffing on lye
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| I’m feeling too fly, and that ain’t even now
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| See I’s a gangsta nigga, I shoot or shank a nigga
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| But it’s some’ing about them swangas, that’ll change a nigga
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| Have you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger, nigga
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| You shining harder than a bitch, he don’t blame you nigga
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| Who could blame you nigga, you doing the damn thang
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| Staying true to the game, you deserve to swang
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| Behind that five percent, windows never go down
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| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down
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| Keep driving, pass that dro
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| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's
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| Behind that five percent, windows never go down
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| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down
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| Keep driving, pass that dro
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| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's
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| Hit your breaks homie, let the third light glow
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| Swang open the do', let em smell the dro
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| Naw we ain’t capping, that there for them bitches
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| We grinding hard as fuck, and riding on our riches
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| Shit the fam good, the kids good
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| So why not grip wood through the hood nigga, come on now
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| Kush got me gone now, I don’t smoke the stress
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| I been blessed, so if it’s in the air it’s the best
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| And if it’s in my cup, it’s that purple
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| Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a circle
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| No destination, nigga just riding
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| Big mothership gliding, motor on siding
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| That’s what it is, what could be better?
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| Send a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters
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| To my niggas in the pen, I’mma hold you down
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| Show the whole unit, how we do in H-Town nigga yeah
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| Behind that five percent, windows never go down
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| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down
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| Keep driving, pass that dro
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| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's
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| Behind that five percent, windows never go down
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| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down
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| Keep driving, pass that dro
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| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's
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| I’m rolling on 4's, with the windows closed
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| Dro smoke up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows
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| Playafali on my toes, gotta show the world I’m having change
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| So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them thangs
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| Hurting boys mane, Thugga gotta represent
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| I stay lit up, behind that five percent tint
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| I stay bent on the daily, when I’m in the hood
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| Shining like a superstar, when I grip the wood
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| Pieced up smelling good, gotta stay fresh
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| And show the world I’m blessed, everytime my voice up in your deck
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| Wreck on the mic, and I wreck on the 'vard
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| Every season some’ing hard, coming out my garage
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| I don’t barred, H-Town repping till I’m dead
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| From the Tre to the West, to my G’s off the 'Stead
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| Boys out here getting bread, and reaching our goals
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| Behind tint with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's
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| Behind that five percent, windows never go down
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| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down
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| Keep driving, pass that dro
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| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's
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| Behind that five percent, windows never go down
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| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down
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| Keep driving, pass that dro
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| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |