, clothes out the cleaners Move 22 inches, on the X-Beamer Got's to look good, got's to look fresh Hopped out the shower, baguettes cross my chest 4-5
flat-tops From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] *Ah
quick they bust yo head, watch that tone In that mansion is where we lay our head at We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops Way I bust it
touch us, we them true bosses You know how we do it fool, we them blue flossers [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Boss Hogg Outlawz] Switching lane to lane, gripping wood grain Trunk knocking, tops
changed, I'm still hood Boss Hogg, Outlawz Fake niggas put your back against the wall Doing shows, pimping hoes Pulling out, on a glass set of 4's What
lift/ the climate gets hot/ these broads take they tops off/ like the CL6 and ride till they get lost/ i'm down for life my nigga got 4 strikes/ and
mama say what, (say what) all I gotta say is wassup She know my name, errbody in the club they know my name And they all showin love cuz they know my go back way back (4
Saturday morning serials chapters 1 through 15 Fly paper, penny loafers, Lucky Strike Green Flat tops, sock hops, Studebaker, Pepsi Please Ahh, do you
-way boys We set it off don't get twist it, still out makin' noise Big pistol thats my word, ice cold is so superb 3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, runnin' you
like a salad and charge up my Visa? Don't think so From me, you see no nail, hair, clothes, minks nor dough ("That's right.") 7-4-O and drunk off Ma-mo
I fell in my grave And I don't sweat the disrespect I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid [Repeat] Bitch I'm muthafuckin made - [4
the point Where you miss sleep With that said This lead with this Ruger And that shooter Sub-machine gun Ratta tat through you Copper tops, hollow
On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason She work at the parisian, and this is polo season Bam, with them calhouns, high-tops for
up Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin' Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin' Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah) See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo) Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh
' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as
s in the past! This time, nothing, not even Basil, can stand in my way! All will bow before me! [Chorus:] Oh, Ratigan Oh, Ratigan You're tops and that
it, but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin Starters In the middle school, I was a bigger fool I wore with tank tops