T.I. - 24's lyrics

[Produced by DJ Toomp] [Intro] Yeah For all my real ATL n***as, that's right This the dope boy anthem Come on [Hook] Money, hoes, cars and clothes That's how all my n***as roll Blowing dro on 24's That's how all my n***as roll [Verse 1] I'm in a drop-top Chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been dranking and I've been smoking Flying down 285 but I'm focused 454 SS, I race Porsches White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces Doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on N.W.A, "Straight Outta Compton" Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings And the dope boys hollering "What's happening?" kid running in The cliques start dancing and the broads start choosing And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving Sign pictures, buy an onion of good and throw the deuces Cause I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood, I'm used to it If your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch Dayton's got the Chevrolet skatin' makin' [Hook] [Verse 2] I make a million and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'mma flip my keys Been paying my dues since '89, tryna get my cheese Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know it's me Ain't no dream or no fantasy b**h, it's T-I-P Broad busting, like a baby do a binky Five karat DVS's on my mothaf**in' pinkie Half of Hennessy and Belvedere's what we dranking Pimp squad send for broads, what the hell you n***as thinking? Young n***a spending weekends on the islands in the fall 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm balling I'm calling out shots like a pool shark My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time, I got a strong mind To grab my chrome nine and shoot at your a** for a long time But I'mma get that a** hauled off, f** around with the clique They'll be looking for your dick with a stick, n***a y'all soft So y'all lost, I'mma ball at all costs, spit game at a dame Make her ride on this thang 'til she falls off and s**s balls off, I got the [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I'd probably still be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now Bragging about pistols at the house, guess who's strapped right now Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on your back right now Want to act right now, get smacked right now I'm a buck mothaf**a, I don't know how to back down Clown down with your f*ggot friends talking 'bout what you making, nothing I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that sh** to me ain't nothing I'm raised by the n***as getting head from the jays Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the K Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yay' I told my cla** to kiss my a**, I make 11 everyday [Hook]