K-POP Lyrics Song

T.I.24`s (Clean) Master Radio

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Money, hoes, cars and clothes

That's how all my niggaz know

Blowin dro, twenty-fo'

That's how all my niggaz roll


[T.I.]

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 drankin, and I've been smokin

Flying down 285 but I'm focused

Four fifty four's, I race Porsches

White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces

Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping

Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"

Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings

And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in

The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin

And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin

Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood

Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood

I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating

24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking


[Chorus]


[T.I.]

I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest

Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best

I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's

Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese

Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me

Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P

Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket

Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie

Half of Hennessy and Belvedere

What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads

What the hell you niggaz thinkin

Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall

24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin

I'm calling out shots like a pool shark

My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks

Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time

I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine

And shoot at your ass for a long time

But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click

they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick

Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs

Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang

'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the


[Chorus]


[T.I.]

I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now

I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now

Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now

Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now

Want ta act right now, get smacked right now

I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back down

Clown down here fakin, frontin

Talkin bout what you makin - nothin

I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin

I'm raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays

Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K

Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae

I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday


[Chorus] - (fades)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Money, hoes, cars and clothes

That's how all my niggaz know

Blowin dro, twenty-fo'

That's how all my niggaz roll


[T.I.]

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 drankin, and I've been smokin

Flying down 285 but I'm focused

Four fifty four's, I race Porsches

White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces

Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping

Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"

Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings

And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in

The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin

And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin

Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood

Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood

I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating

24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking


[Chorus]


[T.I.]

I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest

Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best

I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's

Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese

Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me

Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P

Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket

Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie

Half of Hennessy and Belvedere

What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads

What the hell you niggaz thinkin

Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall

24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin

I'm calling out shots like a pool shark

My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks

Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time

I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine

And shoot at your ass for a long time

But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click

they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick

Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs

Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang

'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the


[Chorus]


[T.I.]

I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now

I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now

Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now

Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now

Want ta act right now, get smacked right now

I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back down

Clown down here fakin, frontin

Talkin bout what you makin - nothin

I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin

I'm raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays

Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K

Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae

I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday


[Chorus] - (fades)

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