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And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette'
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin'

On 20's (on 20's)
Wheel's
and pacin'
Well I swerved the curb
Corner action like verb
Cops throwin' the bird you heard

I'm on I-20 wit' 20's (unh-huh)
And beats I got plenty can't
[Hook]
They don't count by spokes no more, they counting by inches
Them ain't 20's on my ride, them 22's you jive bitches
Switching lane to lane,
I call you don't try to front, uh huh

I'm the guy in your dreams that you had last night
I'm the Benz with the 20's that you want to drive
I'm

Uh Huh

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B2K

2002

you want
When I call you don't try to front, uh huh

I'm the guy in your dreams that you had last night
I'm the Benz with the 20's that you want
your house with your family and friends (boom boom!)
Back to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!)
In the back of the alley sippin' 40's and gins
you want
When I call you don't try to front, uh huh

I'm the guy in your dreams that you had last night
I'm the Benz with the 20's that you want
you want
When I call you don't try to front, uh huh

I'm the guy in your dreams that you had last night
I'm the Benz with the 20's that you want
for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich
Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens
Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your
was gettin' too much money
Too many niggas in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggas doin' somethin'
And after
[Swizz Beatz]
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up 
We know y'all sittin' on 20's 
We know y'all reppin' your hood 
But how many y'all
side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas
hittin' corners, hit the switches, droppin' ?? move niggas by my Tec
Like a bitch
6-0 Rollin deep murderin' them 20's Crenshaw Mafia
I kill them good
hittin' corners, hit the switches, droppin' ?? move niggas by my Tec
Like a bitch
6-0 Rollin deep murderin' them 20's Crenshaw Mafia
I kill them good
the mix
Makin my propers, gettin paid, stackin a grip
From 20's to bitches, from haps to hoes
On the corner pushin boulders, livin way too bold
My bank roll
on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas
on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas
friends
Buzzin'!
Okay, hands in the air (Yee-uh)
From the back to the front
Everywhere
Buzzin'!
Throwin' out 20's
Throwin' out hundreds
Ladies gotta
Throwin' out 20s
Throwin' out hundreds
Ladies gotta love it

Man I feel like money (man I feel like money)
They're attracted to me
They come around like
Everywhere
Buzzin'!
Throwin' out 20's
Throwin' out hundreds
Ladies gotta love it

Man I feel like money (man I feel like money)
They're attracted to me
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16

There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
were wanted inside your walls
And for the 22 year old college girl
Who made that last semester with her smile along your halls
And for the traveling
He almost forgot how to drive over here
By he tries to survive over there
Some young conscious ripped him off
And running him over the road

He
That's alright honey I just hope he's treating you nice

Things here ain't so bad, I've made some friends
They make me laugh but I can't pretend
When
after you go through it
Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s
That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school
Don't get me wrong I never been