Here we go

Welcome to my world nigga of

Cadillacs and stacks

Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back

Uh, I know you see us

You wanna be us

With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas

Plus I ride around in two-seata's

I hope its cold cuz i'm comin wit my heata

I'm on Fleeta doin 150

Can't you tell my cut i'm pimpin

And if I hit one time shes limpin

And if he trick one dime he's simpin

Cause we don't do it like that over here

All we do is grip grain on the stair

Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex

But when I wake up I have a dream about a check

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)

Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin)

These hoes grinnin

I pulled up with the top off

On 20's (On 20's)

Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)

these hoes grinnin

Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off



Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me

Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty

I'm so gangsta, chickenheads dont' wanna fuck wit me

But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me

And I'm a flow til the police come and get me

We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me

Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky

You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny

And I ain't really got nuthin to lose

So announce on 22's start spreadin the news

Lets speed it up a little

Hoes love to choose

Soon as the spot the drop

Man it gotta be the shoes

The fast lane is where a nigga live ev'r night

Look for the grain stay away from the red light

Them old folks hear me creepin up the st