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t.i. - 24's lyrics

yeah
for all my real atl n-gg-s, that’s right
this the dope boy anthem

come on

money, hoes, cars and clothes
that’s how all my n-gg-s roll
blowing dro on 24’s
that’s how all my n-gg-s roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes
that’s how all my n-gg-s roll
blowing dro on 24’s
that’s how all my n-gg-s roll

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
and flying down 285 but i’m focused
it’s a 454 ss, i race porsches
white leather seats, as fresh as air forces
doing ’bout a hundred but the track still b-mping
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’

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-tch, it’s t-i-p
broad busting, like a baby do a binky
five karat dvs’s on my mothaf-ckin’ pinkie
half of hennessy and belvedere’s what we drinking
pimp squad send for broads, what the h-ll you n-gg-s thinking?

young n-gg- 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 -ss for a long time
but i’mma get that -ss hauled off, f-ck around with the clique
they’ll be looking for your d-ck with a stick, n-gg- y’all soft
so y’all lost, i’mma ball out at all costs, spit game to a dame
make her ride on this thang
’til she falls off and sucks b-lls off, i got the

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 bankhead mothaf-cka, i don’t know how to back down
clown down here fakin’, frontin’
talking ‘bout what you making: nothin’
i’m 21 and 10 years deep, that sh-t to me ain’t nothing
i’m raised by the n-gg-s 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 cl-ss to kiss my -ss, i make 11 everyday

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