smokin' dro
disturbing tha peace
beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
see i'm addicted to this fast life
it's hard to slow me down
momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around
you hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip
when we started choppin o's off in this empty apartment
and my back is the target
with a hammer on my side lookin like i'm layin carpets
see you flip it 'til you get it nigga
we hangin like this cable
to i-20 nigga i gotta play in decatur
see i'm ridin and i'm blowin on twenty dollar bills
only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here
stayin true to the prestige and the
i still stacked 100 g's stayin in my momma's attic
stackin under kraft-matics
willie sleepin on the cheese
see we got ki's and the d's and the p's and tv's
and i'm ridin in c.p. with a glock-40 as my tooley
you know i-20 ridin regal's - cuttin cutters
since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit
on my system knock so loud they call the cops on me
ladies show that ass proud and make it drop for me
this is how a nigga ride in a.t.l. and if the twelve drop pull me over i hide the scales
blowin dro out the song booth
ridin clean down old campbellton road
got my seat pushed way back
niggaz quick to pull a car-jack
i push a range and my brother fate in s.s. impala
gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it
when it comes to that ridin and smoke
gotta get that monkey off my back. sir
i'm smokin dro and choppin o's up in my 'llac. sir
where the fuck you at when them little bitty animals attack". sir?