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24's - obie trice lyrics

money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my n-gg-z roll
blowing dro on 24’s,
thats how all my n-gg-s roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my n-gg-z roll
blowing dro on 24’s,
thats how all my n-gg-s 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 and flying down 285 but i’m focused its a four fifty four ss, i raise porches white leather seats,
as fresh
as air forces doing ’bout a hundred but the track still b-mping number 8 on nwa straight out of compton pull up at your
apartment sitting on 20 something 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 youngins 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

[chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my n-gg-z roll
blowing dro on 24’s,
thats how all my n-gg-s roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my n-gg-z roll
blowing dro on 24’s,
thats how all my n-gg-s roll

[t.i.]
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 aint no dream or no fantasy b-tch its t i p brought busting, like a baby do a blanket 5 karats on my
motherf-cking pinkie, half of hennessy and belevedere what we dranking, pimps send for broads what the h-ll you n-gg-s
thinkin, yall n-gg-s spend a weekend in 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, when i fool yall, yall fools hard in the wrong place and the wrong time,
got a strong mind to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your -ss for a long time but i’m a get that -ss, all dog, f-ck around
with
the click get shot like a d-ck with a stick, cause yall lost cause i’m a ball at all costs, spit game at a dame, look
around at this thang till she falls off

[t.i.]
i’m not bouncing little shorty, i’m relaxing right now i probably still be trappin if i wasnt rapping right now bragging
about pistols at the house, guess whos strapped right now keep a talking i’m a lay you on your back right now wanta act
right now, get smacked right now, i’m a bankhead motherf-cka i dont know to back down, clown down talking to your friends,
talking about
what you making i’m 21 in 10 deep, that sh-t to me ain’t nothing, getting played by the n-gg-s getting head, for the
change,
my lead wanta spray and your dead with decay, they ain’t ready for the raidpay heavy for the yay, tell my cl-ss to kiss my
-ss, i make a 11 everyday

[repeats till fades]

- obie trice lyrics

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