[Chorus: I-20]
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I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
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Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
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I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
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Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty
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[Tity Boi]
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See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down
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when ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around
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You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip
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when we started choppin O's off in this empty apartment
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See I was, standin in the track, and my back is the target
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With a hammer on my side lookin like I'm layin carpets
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See you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin like this cable
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On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur
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See I'm ridin and I'm blowin on twenty dollar bills
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Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here
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Stayin true to the prestige and the, economic status
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I still stacked 100 G's stayin in my momma's attic
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Stackin under Kraft-matics, willie sleepin on the cheese
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See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's
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And I'm ridin in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley
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on the block, with the top back, blowin out that (?)
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[I-20]
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You know I-20 ridin Regal's - cuttin cutters
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since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit
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A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin pretty
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If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin Tity
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on my system knock so loud (loud) they call the cops on me
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Ladies show that ass proud (proud) and make it drop for me
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This is how a nigga ride (ride) in A.T.L.
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and if the twelve drop pull me over (over) I hide the scales
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Blowin dro out the song booth, with windows tinted
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Ridin clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it
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Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window
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Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, (?) when they in ya
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I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala
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Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow
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Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it
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When it comes to that ridin and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[Ludacris]
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Yo, gotta get that monkey off my BACK.. sir
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I'm smokin dro and choppin O's up in my 'LLAC.. sir
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Where the fuck you at when them little bitty "Animals ATTACK".. sir?
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I'm in the TRAP and when I get caught up in a RAP-ture RELAX.. sir
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It's like cata-RACTS to me, AC-tually it HAS to be
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a FAC-tory of SMOKE and clouds I'm CHOK-in proud
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and RHAP-sody, the SACK of trees is WROTE and now
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So POT-ent now the TRACK is squeezed
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So CLAP and be happy to be nappy and snappin
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Just keep on rappin but nobody comes AF-ter me
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POP.. {*cough*} one hit from the blunt then I stop drop, ROLLLLL!!
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Really really wanna fuck with the glock glock? NOOOO!!
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They so simple better hit that block, SLOWWWW!!
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On yo' mark, get get ready, set, GOOOO!!
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You could watch this Georgia tech' BLOWWWW!!
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If I don't get some of that wet wet wet-t-t wet DROOOO!!
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[Chorus - 2X]
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Smokin' Dro
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Disturbing Tha Peace |