Mannie Fresh - Seat Down Low lyrics

[Intro] Yea, it's me and T man T I... dot com, b**h T.I.P. f** wit ya boy Hey, that is my brother, ladies and gentlemen T.I. and he is the king, b**h, don't get that sh** twisted And me, I am the best rapper alive Ladies and gentlemen, hello This is Da Drought 3 And it's been a minute since I rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat But uh, I guess I'll go ahead and show these n***as What to do with one of the beats, mane... listen [Verse] I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Ridin' with a bad ho, with her girlfriend in the back I like to get real high and I never look back And you don't wanna try me, and don't I look strapped? I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody f**in' with it Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collared polo and a pair of Bally Bucks Young Money, motherf**er, know you worried 'bout us Cash Money, motherf**er, CMR I trust Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw I bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus, stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar, then a cigar I'll bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look ma, I'm tryna make a p**no, starring us Well not just us, a couple foreign s*uts Yeah, we make this some ménage à troisin', y'all in? I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin', ballin' Yeah, baby, we ballin', like Rawlins and Spalding Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian I am leanin' like a 3 legged lion, climbing Right to the top of the motherf**in' mountain.. counting I'm gonna need me an accountant to count it Mannie got this f**in' beat poundin', it's poundin' But it was just lost, until I found it, I found it Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it Put this b**h to sleep, f**in' right, I night-gowned it n***as talkin cheap, tell them n***as, "Pipe down, b**h!" Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless Beatin' up this track like a muthaf**in' round-fist Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'mma spit like a long kiss I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this planet I know, see I live by my only Say, where my cheese, n***a? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in dat a**, and act a donkey Candy on candy, n***a grippin' the grain See, I'm the only fire that can live in the rain I am so so New Orleans, like 1825 Tulane Hahaha.... see, you gotta be from New Orleans To know what the f** I'm talkin bout And if you don't... f** you I say what I want, and I don't want nothin' Cause I got everything, b**h