Yeah.. we gon' send this one out
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to e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
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Let's ride
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[Chorus]
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Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you [x3]
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[Luda] It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll!
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[Ludacris]
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Yess; Seven cars, eight cribs, and ain't a damn thang changed
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Still pumpin' ten kickers, still grippin' the grain
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Still candy in the paint, still ridin' them thangs
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Most of my folks would same I'm happy, but I still feel pain
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Until I jump in my ride, that's my only escape
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Me and my automobiles got these neighbors screaming "Gimme a break!"
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It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
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Don't be mad cuz I can't hold my five hundred horses
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Lamborginis and Porches, Ferraris and Vipers
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I'mm wipe the seats wit' you drool, and rub the hood wit a diaper
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Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
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I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
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Go strap yout seatbelts on, go put ya money up
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Go put your life on the line, go put ya honey up
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Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
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It's time to play, or better yet brand out the toys; we goin'
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[Chorus]
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[Dolla Boy]
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I'm in a SS Super Sport, with the Four Fifty Four
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.45th on the seat, don't get yourself supersoaked
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Dependin' on the weather, it may vary - whatever though
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Catch me slammin' Escalade, Cadillac, to Chevy do's
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And hope I don't, and pull out the Range Rover
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The color of coke and snow, I blew out the brains on ya
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Blew out the game on em', became a misfit
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Shame on a nigga, the 726s wouldn't fit
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I'm ridin', I'm high, and I'm glidin, I'm lyin',
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I'm flyin', I'm doin 190, it's gon cost to catch us
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You see that these diamonds are shinin', and blingin'
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and blindin', so let me remind ya it's gon cost to catch up
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Who's next up? - That's us, flow leave you breathless
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Pedal to the flo', truck seat won't let up
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But if you out ridin' deuces or better
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Slow down so them girls can't sweat ya, and let the car go
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge x4: Titi Boi] + (Dolla Boy)
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Assign your name in the skreet (sign your name in the skreet)
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[Tity Boi]
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I got two miles an hour, so everbody see me
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Twenty fours, twenty sixes, twenty eights!
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And my rims so big, you would think that is was 3D
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Wait' til you see my paint, I ride around the A,
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With 'bout half a tank; I'm startin' to make so much money,
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I work half a day - I got cash in the safe
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I got cash right here, I'm hard to get my swipe on
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And I look like a chandalleur with all this ice on
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Pull out the (?) shoot
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Catch me blowin' out kush of the roof of the seven deuce
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Ridin' hella hoes (hella!) elevador do's (hella)
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Gator on the seat (And?) mink on the flo's
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If a hater wanna creep, I got that thing by the do'
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And if my chirp go beep, then my thang gon' blow
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Playaz Circle - Titi Boi ridin' on skinny wheels
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Bout to trade in the Quarter til eight, and get the ten till
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[Chorus x2]
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Two Miles An Hour (Remix)
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Disturbing Tha Peace |