Westside ni**a, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s`posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s`posed to go, hey

See me ridin` in a Chevy 44 on the seat
With a quarter or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D
Ridin` Fulton in D where we know it to be

They pull us over, you think I`m stoppin`, you must be f**kin` wit me
If they don`t want to die tonight, they best stop f**kin` wit me
I`m gonna pull over in born home my cousin and B
And they gon` hide me in they home while they looking for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy`s pullin` hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars
We`re puttin` fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block
Swervin` in the deuce in quarters, bustin` shots just because

The hell I care about gettin` caught, I`m makin` bail by 12 o`clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP`s spot
I`m burning rubber, f**k the cops, another dead on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s`posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s`posed to go, hey

I`m Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I`m Pimp Squad ho what`s happenin`
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do it to make the pussy happy

Let`s get a room over on Virginia, step inside sweeter than continue
Ya airing for a little fender bender
Baby just remember, make it quick
These ni**as kind of know me, I`m the s**t

I`m in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that`s what it smells like
Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that`s all these hos wanna lick for the night
I treat `em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike

That’s right, monster ride sittin` on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my hood

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s`posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s`posed to go, hey

Ain`t no tellin` where I`m goin`, less I`m steppin` out
Sittin` on the high life, windows up, in the clouds
Open up the console, that`s where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and roll another one

I got the vitamins, make a freak f**k all night
Hos know, killers on the west side earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
Swervin` off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills

I was born up in Bankhead, y`all remember me
Way back in `83, T.I. stayed up the street from me
Just `cause I`m from Bankhead, ni**as having beef wit me
Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me
Ridin` down Simpson, `bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s`posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s`posed to go, hey