Lyrics
[Chorus] x2
High, sittin' in my ride,
windows down, seat reclined,
if u can't rhyme or pay ya dues,
I know, I know... I'd hate me too
Music bumpin' what it about,
a cop in back givin' his tickets out,
if you can't doubt or relate it true
I know, I know... I'd hate me too
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[Verse 1]
Right out the gate, off my leash,
I was tired of that faded, copper piece,
stearling silver chains I pocket least,
now it's gold ropes witta cross between,
come here tuck it up under ya clothes,
thinkin' ya hard when you rubber like soles,
couldn't smell me if I was under ya nose,
and I got the heat that could run your stove,
envision how it goes, my chain is ice,
like they noosed the sun, it hangs so bright,
I'm a cloud city boy, check my residence,
and what I got in the bag aint evidence,
it'll get ya high damn near heaven sent,
hate will never end so I let it settle in,
scratch and sniff ya whip {mmm...} lemon scent,
you fuckin' witta veteran nobody better than
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[Chorus] x2
High, sittin' in my ride,
windows down, seat reclined,
if u can't rhyme or pay ya dues,
I know, I know... I'd hate me too
Music bumpin' what it about,
a cop in back givin' his tickets out,
if you can't doubt or relate it true
I know, I know... I'd hate me too
---
[Verse 2]
now drive like your peddle's broken off,
with some chicks in the back smokin' pot,
I like my cars like my girls witta open top,
chokin' on my balls like Oprah's dog
I'm clean now that's what probation does,
but I'll never lay down like an asian rug,
I'm still drinkin' but I aint passin' drugs,
'cause then I'm cuffed, peein' in a plastic cup,
gas is up, so is stealin' at the pump,
give a little truth and it's realer than you want,
so describe me then find me I-rate,
put that mental picture in your mind frame,
I'm on edge clearly I'm not the focus,
it aint about winnin' but who got the closest,
and you not even in my back-up camera,
I stay with my Bucs, send my ass to Tampa, {Bay}
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[Chorus] x2
High, sittin' in my ride,
windows down, seat reclined,
if u can't rhyme or pay ya dues,
I know, I know... I'd hate me too
Music bumpin' what it about,
a cop in back givin' his tickets out,
if you can't doubt or relate it true
I know, I know... I'd hate me too
---
[Verse 3]
The chain swings like the set,
and it swings til I gotta kink in the neck,
when the lights is off less at my house,
neighbors see SOS signals sent out,
'cause I shine kinda like Geoffrey Rush,
but I don't play with no keys or head these drugs,
you can keep stirrin' the pot, grab the ladle,
I aint no dealer but still ya'll tap the table
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[Chorus] x4
High, sittin' in my ride,
windows down, seat reclined,
if u can't rhyme or pay ya dues,
I know, I know... I'd hate me too
Music bumpin' what it about,
a cop in back givin' his tickets out,
if you can't doubt or relate it true
I know, I know... I'd hate me too
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