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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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