Here we go, welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillac`s and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You wanna be us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata`s
I hope it`s cold cause I`m comin wit my heata
I`m on the Fleeta, doin 150
Can`t you tell by my cut why I`m pimpin
And if I hit one time she`s limpin
And if he trick one dime he`s simpin
Cause we don`t do it like that over here
All we do is grip grain on the stair
Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette`
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain`t come out yet, I`m speed racin
(Chorus 1)
On 20`s (On 20`s)
Wheel`s Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20`s (On 20`s)
Wheel`s Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
Yeah, yeah, yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start in the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I`m so gangsta, chickenheads don`t wanna fuck wit me
But you can love me or hate me baby you`re stuck wit me
And I`m a fluff till the police come and get me
We run dis city, you can`t do nothin wit me
It`s young red ya`ll, I`m rollin somethin sticky
You see them 20`s, believe they worth three a penny
And I ain`t really got nuthin to lose
So announce on 22`s start spreadin the news
Let`s speed it up a little
Hoes love to choose
Soon as they spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live e`er night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old folks hear me creepin up the street
Cause they know I got them, I got them
Woofers in my jeep, nigga
(Chorus 2)
On 20`s (On 20`s)
Wheel`s Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20`s (On 20`s)
Wheel`s Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On 20`s (On 20`s)
Wheel`s Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
We never lose sleep, lemme
On 20`s (On 20`s)
Wheel`s Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
You can`t even breath in it
(*talking*)
Say, there go the laws, man
Where, where
They gettin behind us right now
Stop lyin man, you lyin
Don`t worry about it, we in a lamborghini, man
I`m gone
I got a lambo, I got a drop jag
Plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that
Now e`erbody be like where you shop at
And they be askin dumb shit like where you got that
That`s when I look back and say I`m a superstar
And if it cost a hundred grand it`s a supercar
I`m still ballin, 20 still crawlin
Like retarded kids, my DVD`s stallin
Lakers still callin, but we already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time
When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it
I gotta rep where I`m from so I had to screw it, uh
I`m from the home of the Houston Texans
The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
Nowadays, everybody wanna chop on blades
But we been doin that ya`ll better behave
(Chorus 2)
