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I put 24 inches on the Brougham
Call my baddest bitch and tell her daddy comin` home
Pull up at the light and them thangs keep spinnin`
I`m bustin` down a Philly, finna fill it with a 20
That liquor got me swervin`, E&J is what we sippin`
Just pulled it out the shop, so that paint still drippin`
Got that thang flip-flop, so the flop keep flippin`
Keep that 45 cock when I`m woodgrain grippin`
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
I woke up Friday morning, right before I washed my ass
My nigga Keke called me, told me Boy, come get your Lac
I`m happy as hell cause I been waitin` for the call
He told me that he sprayed it last night with stone wall
You got 31 Flavors, and boy you need to see`em
But you need you some rims, so meet me down at Emmet Neil`s
And Pimp while you thinkin`, I`mma tell you how to kill her
Take off them Gary Payton`s and sit that bitch on Andre Miller`s
I call up LaKiera, that`s my main thoroughbred
Cause right `fore I hit her, I get some flame-thorough-head
Now when she suck it, she don`t play when she catch it
Could it be I run with J and Scarface down in Texas?
But I`m down in Alabama where the ballers love flexin`
Keep my 45 cocked just in case I feel threatened
I pulled up at the light and them hoes almost fainted
I hearin` screamin` out, hollerin` Keke must`a painted it
Yeah, yeah
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[Verse 2: G-stacka]
I`m choppin` down your block in a big body Brougham
Candy flip-flop, 24 inch chrome
Spinnin` like four windmills, enough to give off wind chills
And all this dro smoke is startin` to fog up my windshield
I`m sittin` more high than four deers, stacked on top of four hills
And if I sip `bout four beers, I`ll need four blunts to straight kill
I`ll show you how that bass feel, four 15`s off in the rear
Beatin` so hard off in your ear, when you get out you can hardly hear
Mix E&J with Belvedere, so my mind ain`t never clear
My 4-5 been with me so goddamn long feel like my souvenir
You wanna know what`s truly real? How many times my candy flip
The sun make my paint look like a fruity bag of M&M`s
Hoes love the way it drip, so they holla Let me ride
So it`s me and Pimp with `bout twenty-four hoes inside, every night
Takin` flight, in my Fleetwood full of hood freaks
And if that thang is candy paint, it must got sprayed my Keke
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[Verse 3: Both]
(In singing-rap style)
[Big Pimp] We push Caddies with gold spokes, vogues with mo-mo
[G-stacka] They sit high, they sit low, 20`s and 24`s
[Big Pimp] We got hoes that dike hoes, suck dick, and snort blow
[G-stacka] We got niggas that smoke dro, push bricks, and elbows
[Big Pimp] Thirty-one clear coats drip wet like Mop `n Glow
[G-stacka] Spinners that chop fast, spinners that chop slow
[Big Pimp] Gators of all soles, furs, and perm fros
[G-stacka] We ride with 44`s that`s tucked off in our clothes
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