Fiend - Sittin low lyrics

Yeah... Yeah... Mingo Mingo yeah... Mingo baby you know whats good im smoking great all through the hood/ LS motor under my hood / interior leather and wood/ lets get one thing understood/ when i ride it's homicide/ dark tint on my gla** so when i pa** you can't see inside/ murda murda flat red paint/ nah my n***a this ain't/ ya ordinary automo/ what the f** you think i bought it fo'/ you oughtta know better than that/ kushes smokin in my zany/t tops off im laid back/ crusing going up the strip/ players checkin out my whip/im chillin checkin out this chick/she chose me thats what i call good sense uh/ never was a simp / always sticking to the script/ kush sticking to my fingers this that k**a take a hit / never slippin on my pimpin you know i stay on my sh**/ making dollars outta cents/ and i be fresh up in this b**h/ wit that mary on me homie/ i know you can smell the stench/ attitude like nothin to lose my only option is to win/ you know you know Hook That's right we stay high/keep it real on this side/ you know you wanna know what thats like/ come on baby hop in my ride/ thats right we stay high/ comin down and im sittin low/thats right we stay high/ my paper up b**h im bout to blow 2x [Fiend] Uhhh... Im in that SL Exhaust from a city where trees got peat moss/ if he ain't got a cutta than he lost/ chance up or down like a seesaw/ underwater new Orleans/ where doubters throwin sea salt/ mackin hard on ya daughter/ yeah she pa**