Lirik Lagu Top Back - T.I.
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[T.I.]Haaaa...Mannie Fresh I got you niggaI'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beatsI'm shuttin the whole block downHere comes trouble homeyI'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy
[Chorus: repeat 2X]I like my beat down low and my top let backCan see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the backYa like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let backIf ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
[Verse 1]I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit meYou can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitchesI'm a known drug dealer I always have 50'sAnd the thugs and the killers was all in class wit meSS'S on 26's watchin some televisionShorty I'm never slippin got the berretta in visionAnd ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippinReady to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippinPimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missinPolices' try to pursue me it's nothin but gas givenAddicted to fast livin, yes I'm one of my dads childrenThink I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had childrenGive dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children?Hope he got some insurance cause I definitely have some endurance?Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to MissouriStill my waint pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout usYoung niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout muchOn this glock I clutch In God I trustIf a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bustGot ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked upWhat, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bustI got the heart and the guts on this purp I blowMove ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five moYa see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood RoadOn the flyest ?? in Cali fuckin Hollywood Ho'sOn a pill and half with my partner Young DroBumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number foOther rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma proWith a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow(Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or moMy 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailinI got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the ChevyAnd now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on PirellisIf ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget itThe clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shreddedPistol way in the truck got my knife on tuckYa think he ain't getn stuck you got life fucked upA couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked upWill he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck upMeanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buckAgainst Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...
[Chorus]
[Chorus: repeat 2X]I like my beat down low and my top let backCan see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the backYa like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let backIf ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
[Verse 1]I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit meYou can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitchesI'm a known drug dealer I always have 50'sAnd the thugs and the killers was all in class wit meSS'S on 26's watchin some televisionShorty I'm never slippin got the berretta in visionAnd ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippinReady to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippinPimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missinPolices' try to pursue me it's nothin but gas givenAddicted to fast livin, yes I'm one of my dads childrenThink I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had childrenGive dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children?Hope he got some insurance cause I definitely have some endurance?Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to MissouriStill my waint pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout usYoung niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout muchOn this glock I clutch In God I trustIf a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bustGot ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked upWhat, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bustI got the heart and the guts on this purp I blowMove ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five moYa see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood RoadOn the flyest ?? in Cali fuckin Hollywood Ho'sOn a pill and half with my partner Young DroBumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number foOther rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma proWith a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow(Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or moMy 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailinI got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the ChevyAnd now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on PirellisIf ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget itThe clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shreddedPistol way in the truck got my knife on tuckYa think he ain't getn stuck you got life fucked upA couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked upWill he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck upMeanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buckAgainst Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...
[Chorus]
