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folks hear me creepin up the street
'Cause they know I got them, I got them
Woofers in my jeep, nigga

On 20's (on 20's)
Wheel's spinnin' (wheels
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
I had 22 dreams last night
And you were in 21
The last one I saved for myself
Just to save my soul

I got this scene by a fireplace
I lose control
ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya

Them South side boys
I was seventeen
Just gettin' started
Every weekend was a non-stop party
Chasin' girls and cruisin' town

It was nightclubs all through my 20'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
you at?

Girl you messed up when you let me in
Told your best friend that you wanted me
Then she called me up and hit me to your steez
Told me you were

Uh Huh

B2K

B2K

B2K

2002

you at?

Girl you messed up when you let me in
Told your best friend that you wanted me
Then she called me up and hit me to your steez
Told me you
[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,
crack 

Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack 

Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up 

?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash
a couple of models
You a balla you outside or in
I pulled up there's more outside then in
Niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts
Like if you ain't on 20's
you at?

Girl you messed up when you let me in
Told your best friend that you wanted me
Then she called me up and hit me to your steez
Told me you
you at?

Girl you messed up when you let me in
Told your best friend that you wanted me
Then she called me up and hit me to your steez
Told me you
I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires
'Cause Haddy's got that fire
And when I retire, I'm a still be smoking hay
Like or mail man
[Chorus: x2]
Haters!
Hatin' cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin!
Hatin' cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin!
Try me and my glock'll be..cockin!
plenty money and honey bunnies
20s and 10s, drive a Benz, you can't take nothin from me
Cause I came up on the streets, a straight up poor boy
But I beat
the police be hollering bout my crew 
Is that about this little life of mine you see, 
Have me sitting on 20's 'fore I turn 16. 
Wouldn't trade it in for
Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5
Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up
You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers
counting money in room 124
They're wrapping 10's and 20's throwing the 1's down on the floor
They're strung out and they're nervous, they jump at every
be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you want
be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you want
(Believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe
a sling, push me on stage
Style still linger in the air like Glade
Girls my early 20's I used to run trains
Chill I got next, go behind Dirt
Sometimes I
watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20's and cock
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn... nigga got fucked, shit, huh?!
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point sun

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