B.G. - Top Back (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: T.I. & Young Jeezy] [T.I.] Crème de la crème, homie, top shelf you know I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low Down low, down low, down low, I like my top let back Let back, let back, let back let back, let back [Young Jeezy] Chea, you already know what this sh** is n***a, remix n***a Mannie Fresh, T.I.P what up, n***a? I got'cha n***a I'ma show these n***as what to do on you, n***a [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I let my chain hang low get that thing up on my waist All them haters talking reckless tell 'em say it to my face Concealed bankroll, yeah, I almost caught a case It's the remix so Mannie Fresh drop the ba** I say now 28 inches got me sitting so high Reach straight up through the clouds God damn I'm in the sky Got my 87 zone, goddammit I'm fly Bet you anything won't nann' n***a try it I push the Yukon Wednesday, the drop top Monday Ice cream Impala same color as a sundae So you can miss me with that hating and that "He can't rap sh**" Tell them f*ggot-a** n***as wrap their lips around my dick Goddamn my money's sick, hey, I need to see a doctor Black on black Bentley call it "Phantom of the Opera" Lemon lime drop top, I call it a Sprite When I pull out the garage you can call it at night [Hook x2: T.I.] I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black [Verse 2: Young Dro] Dro, my trunk gon' break the damn law I'm riding through the hood with eighths of damn raw Them 27's tall but them eights are damn raw b**hes know they see the platinum is gray like grandpa Spray the Chevy all kind of sour apple colors Diamonds up in my charm look like pineapple s**ers TEC-9 for some, MAC-90 for others Lethal weapon on Ducati's, I got on my Danny Glovers Nah, this ain't the movie, but I shot four brothers And plus I gotta Chevelle that flop four colors Cars without the covers, my beat down low I let my rims sit high, I'm the best thing blowing now Hook x2 [Verse 3: Big Kuntry] I got my treble up high and my beat down low I don't slam no doors, hop in where the roof go What I need a roof fo', replace it with the sky Streets be mine with that Georgia on my mind I ride in the wettest paint, like I'm surfing on a tidal wave Cocaine whip, yeah, straight out the microwave Man in the trunk, sound like the man knockin' Five pa** rocking with stacks in my pockets [Verse 4: B.G.] I got money in my pocket and my mind on mo' To hear myself think, I like my beat down low Cigarello full of 'dro and the chevy two-toned It's sitting on chromes, that's how I get my roll on Gotta dip through the hood, you know Gizzle keep it real I see some hot girls, so I'm a turn it up a lil' Let them bounce to the music, ba-bounce to the beat The top down, hop in and ride with a G Hook x2 [Verse 5: T.I.] Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back Chrome feet down low and my impala wet back Ditch or dash, hit the gas tell them n***as check that Make them b**hes sit back woofers give 'em wet cats Coming down in a Chevy motor sound like it very tight It is you can tell I hear the tire yelling er' lane And the way they ain't kicking I bet you could still hear it Lord forbid I cut it up, I bet I could let Phil hear it Okay my money real big, choppers is still here They catch me with it f** it I'm doing my lil bid And my drop top riding with my Glock co*ked riding I'm looking for them n***as where they at stop hiding [Outro: T.I.] Now that's a motherf**in remix n***a