I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's

Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga

I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's

Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty





See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down

when ya, 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

See I was, standin in the track, 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

On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur

See I'm ridin and I'm blowin on twenty dollar bills

Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here

Stayin true to the prestige and the, economic status

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

on the block, with the top back, blowin out that (?)









You know I-20 ridin Regal's - cuttin cutters

since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit

A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin pretty

If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin Tity

on my system knock so loud (loud) they call the cops on me

Ladies show that ass proud (proud) and make it drop for me

This is how a nigga ride (ride) in A.T.L.

and if the twelve drop pull me over (over) I hide the scales

Blowin dro out the song booth, with windows tinted

Ridin clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it

Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window

Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, (?) when they in ya

I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala

Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow

Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it

When it comes to that ridin and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga









Yo, 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?

I'm in the TRAP and when I get caught up in a RAP-ture RELAX.. sir

It's like cata-RACTS to me, AC-tually it HAS to be

a FAC-tory of SMOKE and clouds I'm CHOK-in proud

and RHAP-sody, the SACK of trees is WROTE and now

So POT-ent now the TRACK is squeezed

So CLAP and be happy to be nappy and snappin

Just keep on rappin but nobody comes AF-ter me

POP.. {*cough*} one hit from the blunt then I stop drop, ROLLLLL!!

Really really wanna fuck with the glock glock?  NOOOO!!

They so simple better hit that block, SLOWWWW!!

On yo' mark, get get ready, set, GOOOO!!

You could watch this Georgia tech' BLOWWWW!!

If I don't get some of that wet wet wet-t-t wet DROOOO!!