T.I. - 24's
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggers know
blowing dro, 24, thats how all my niggers roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggers know
blowing dro, 24, thats how all my niggers roll
in a drop top Chevy with the roof wide open
my partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke
flying down 285 but I'm focused
its a four fifty four, where it says I raise commotion
white leather seats, as fresh as air forces
doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
number 8 on nwa straight out of Compton
pull up at your apartment sitting on 24s
and the dope boys, saying the kids running in
the clicks start dealing and the broads start choosing
and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
sign pictures by the hundred, to the young ones in the hood
cause I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch jays got the Chevrolet shaking
refrain:
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggers know
blowing dro, 24s, thats how all my niggers roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggers know
blowing dro, 24, that's how all my niggers roll
I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
at the age of seventeen, entertaining the rides, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys
been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese
diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me
ain't no dream or no fantasy its T I P
brought busting, like a baby do a blanket
5 karats on my motherfucking pinkie, half of Hennessey and belvedere
what we drinking, pimps send for broads
what the hell you niggers thinking, y'all niggers spend a weekend in the
islands in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm balling
I'm calling out shots like a pool shark
my tools spark, when I fool y'all, y'all fools hard in the wrong place
and the wrong time, I got a strong mind
to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your ass for a longtime
but I'm a get that ass, all dog, fuck around with the click
get shot like a dick with a stick, cause y'all lost
cause I'm a ball at all costs, spit game at a dame, look around at
this thing till she falls off
refrain
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I probably still be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now
bragging about pistols at the house, guess who's strapped right now
keep a talking I'm a lay you on your back right now
want to act right now, get smacked right now, I'm a bankhead motherfucker
I don't know to backdown, clown down talking
to your friends, talking about what you making
I'm 21 in 10 deep, that shit to me ain't nothing, getting played by
the niggers getting head, for the change, my lead want to spray
and your dead with decay, they ain't ready for the raid
pay heavy for the yay, tell my class to kiss my ass, I make a 11 everyday
money, rolls, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggers know
blowing dro, 24, thats how all my niggers roll
money, rolls, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggers know
blowing dro, 24, thats how all my niggers roll
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