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Top Back Karaoke

T.I.
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LyricsTop Back

Creme de la creme homie

top shelf ya know

I like my beat down low

down low down low down low

down low down low down low

I like my top let back

let back let back let back

let back let back

Ay holla if ya like ya beat

down low down low down low

down low down low

down low down low

I like my top let back

let back let back let back

let back let back

Ay holla if ya like ya beat

down low down low down low

down low down low

down low down low

I like my top let back

let back let back let back

let back let back let back

I like my beat down low

and my top let back

Can see me ridin twentyfours

with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot

and ya top let back

If ya rims sit high

and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat down low

and my top let back

Can see me ridin twentyfours

with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot

and ya top let back

If ya rims sit high

and ya windows pitch black

I'm the man in my city

ain't nobody fuckin wit' me

You can ask the real n*****

and all the bad bitches

I'm a known drug dealer

I always have fifties

And the thugs and the killers

was all in class wit' me

SS's on twentysixes

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

Pimp stolen the automobile

and the roof for the tag missin

Polices try to pursue me

it's nothin but gasgiven

Addicted to fast livin

Yes I'm one of my

dad's children

Think I'm bad now

you should a seen me

before I had children

Give dick to ya

daddy's daughter

and they oughta have children

Hope he got some insurance

cause I definitely

have some endurance

Kill her in Mississippi

and drive her ass to Missouri

Still my wet pet drippin

while I'm woodgrain grippin

I like my beat down low

and my top let back

Can see me ridin twentyfours

with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot

and ya top let back

If ya rims sit high

and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat down low

and my top let back

Can see me ridin twentyfours

with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot

and ya top let back

If ya rims sit high

and ya windows pitch black

I got this Pimp Squad Click

I know you heard about us

Young n***** filthy rich

and we ain't worried 'bout much

On this glock I clutch

In God I trust if

a punk n**** start bet

his heart I bust

Got ya partners and the broad

in ya car fucked up

What ya under estimation

thought a star wouldn't bust

I got the heart and the guts

on this perp I blow

Move ten bricks daily

tryin to twerk five mo'

Ya see the Cadillac swervin

down Hollywood Road

On the flyest bird in

Cali fuckin'Hollywood hos

On a pill and a half

with my partner Young Dro Dro

Bumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food

number fo'

Other rappers old dudes

told dudes I'm a pro

With a loaded fo' fo'

and a quarter brick of blow

Hey n**** don't you hit me

'less you buyin six or mo'

My twentyfour blades

glistenin and my

eight-o-eight kickin

I like my beat down low

and my top let back

Can see me ridin twentyfours

with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot

and ya top let back

If ya rims sit high

and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat down low

and my top let back

Can see me ridin twentyfours

with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot

and ya top let back

If ya rims sit high

and ya windows pitch black

I wear the crown down under

man somebody better tell 'em

'For I spit a hundred rounds

and have everybody bailin

I got some bitches in a Benz

and my partners in the Chevy

And now we ridin Giovanni's

and Asani's on Pirellis

If ya ever think ya tryin to

run up on me just forget it

The clip in the chopper long

as ya leg and leave ya shredded

Pistol way in the truck

and my knife on tuck

Ya think he ain't gettin stuck

you got life fucked up

A couple stiches in ya hip

will have ya night fucked 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

every time I get a car

I like my beat down low

and my top let back

Can see me ridin twentyfours

with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot

and ya top let back

If ya rims sit high

and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat down low

and my top let back

Can see me ridin twentyfours

with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot

and ya top let back

If ya rims sit high

and ya windows pitch black

Hey

Year
2006
Language
English
Genre
Hip Hop
Length
4:44
Versions
Original, Vocals
Composer
Byron O Thomas, Bryan-Michael Cox, Lamar Edwards, John Wesley Groover, Gareth John Owen Dunlop, HARRIS, CLIFFORD J
Lyrics
Byron O Thomas, Bryan-Michael Cox, Lamar Edwards, John Wesley Groover, Gareth John Owen Dunlop, HARRIS, CLIFFORD J
Publisher
Sony/atv Allegro, Songs Of Universal Inc, Songs of Fair Street, Reservoir Media Music, Music of One77, Mike and Keys, Ctm Outlander Music Lp
Copyright owner
Byron O Thomas, Bryan-Michael Cox, Lamar Edwards, John Wesley Groover, Gareth John Owen Dunlop, HARRIS, CLIFFORD J