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nigga, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

See me in a Chevy 44 on the seat
With a or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, loaded with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we it to be

They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be wit me
If they don't to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull over in born home my and B
And gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, shots just because

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' by 12 o'clock
Back in the with the same bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, her off at TIP's spot
I'm rubber, fuck the cops, another dead on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp ho what's happenin'
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Taffy
I I do it to make the pussy happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside than continue
Ya for a little fender bender
just remember, make it quick
These kind of know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells
Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail
Tail pipe, that's all hos wanna lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat that and you call me Ike

Thats right, ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you of thought the Braves played
The running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know in my hood

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

Ain't no tellin' I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, up, in the clouds
up the console, that's where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and roll one

I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all
Hos know, killers on the west earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, just look at my and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the pimp God gave me

I was born up in Bankhead, remember me
Way back in '83, T.I. up the street from me
'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me
Half never a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my Chevy it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 3 on me
Waffle Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey