Lyrics

Ten-four, ten-four
Hello
We got, we got a four two three
We got a young man riding around in a natty Caddy
Not natty Caddy, not that at all
Who's that creeping through the city in that dark ass tint?
Misdemeanor on the way, yo
I slide in my rimless Bentley, no tights, I'm gymnast
Bending blocks, my world of Legos
Now, baby, hold that wheel while I'm rolling up
Hopefully, she old enough
To purchase that liquor, what I need from the store
She understands her selection, advance her affection
And fears my rejection, never needin' a ho
I got plans to be that ****, I know you met him as a child
He gave you ten bones, don't sweat it, don't wile'
Be cool for a minute
'93 'Til be cool for Emmitt
The hung soul of rapper goes rappin' those rappin' woes up
Defyin' foes, lyin' toes, weapons on tuck
Malcolm, they tackle for belief in the movement
But Rashad got applause for releasing the music
Now, sometimes I be gettin' higher than a bitch
Smokin' all my lows, put the fire to the spliff, what up?
Now what up?
Hey, now I been gettin' higher, and higher, and higher, and higher
And now what up? Now what up?
Now what up? What up?
**** steppin' in the swimming pool, invincible
Women I pursue get lost in this
Middle of the summers in Miami
Kembe with me Henny sippin' shots like I bought it for him
I want brown skin, small waisted
I'm creepin' with my ball faces
I like her titties too
I like her attitude
I like her flexible
She got a baby due, I think she bisexual
At least I hope so, I glanced to that little grown man at her front door
He looking at me like I looked at Pops when he come for
My Mama as a toddler I was selfish, this ain't nothin' though
I could spit a couple .22's if I want to
I save it for the tour, the allure of the gap tooth
Rap tooth, the shape of somethin'
Always knew he would make him somethin'
He got schemes and smoke green and make him some, take him some
Now, sometimes I be getting higher than a bitch
Smokin' all my lows, put the fire to the spliff
What up? Now what up?
Aye, aye
Now I been gettin' higher, and higher, and higher, and higher
And now what up? Now what up? What up?
Now what up? What up?
Written by: Isiah Mcclain, Writers Unknown
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