Top Back Remix (feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry King, B.G.)

Crem de la crem, homie... top shelf, ye know
 I like my beat down low, and my top let back,
 You can see me ridin 24's, with a chopper in the back
 (and if ye like ye)
 Kenwood HIGH, 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,
 You can see me ridin 24's, with a chopper in the back
 (aye holla if ye like ye)
 Kenwood hot, and ya top let back
 If ya rims sit high, and ya windows pitch black, hey
 I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin wit me
 You can ask the real niggaz, and all the bad bitches
 I'm a known drug dealer, I always have 50's
 And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
 SS'S on 26's, 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 gas given
 Addicted to fast livin, yes I'm one of my dads children
 Think I'm bad now, shoulda seen me before I had children
 Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and dare her to have children?
 Hope he got some insurance cause death her ass enduring
 Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
 Still my wet paint drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin
 I got this Pimp Squad Click, I know you hearda bout us
 Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried bout much
 On this glock I, clutch In God I trust
 If a fuck nigga 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 purp 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 Ho's
 On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
 Bumpin Goodie Mob, Soul Food, number fo
 Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro
 With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
 (Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or mo
 My 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin
 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 got my knife on tuck
 Ya think he ain't getn 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 everytime I get a car...