Lookin Down On Em

[Intro:]
Yeahhh
Young boss of the city nigga
BMU, Deck, C-bo, J-Flame, Young Ski.

[Hook:]
I got the Chevy sittin right
Rims shinin bright [Bitch I'm-Bitch I'm super fly]
When I pull up to that light
I'm lookin down on 'em [Eyyy eyyy]
I'm lookin down on 'em [Wet-wet paint drippin]
Off the side
Every time I ride
I be ridin through the city, choppin like I'm Micheal Myers
I'm lookin down on 'em [Eyyy eyyy]
I'm lookin down on 'em [Eyyy eyyy].

[Verse 1:]
I just lit a blunt of 'dro
Where da bottle? I don't know
I just flow to buddy suckers and my nickname UFO
I got a super-duper flow
Arms shootin for the sky
Steady chokin on that killa
I just murdered Micheal Myers
Ridin past the city lights
I maneuver through the night
Movin colors, I got green and I got purp [M.U. got white]
BMU bitch, get it right
You got nothin, but you da pain
All attention for you lames
I got money on my brain
Flashin in lanes
Sit so high bitch, they compare me to a crane
Dump so wet, got off and jumpin out the paint
Come ride with me dawg, you better buy a skuba tank
The chrome is so strong
The paint is on all shine
If it creep through them clouds, them niggas gon' be blind
All I need is UV rays to put them hoes in a daze
Flippin different flavors, bitch can just calls me Lay's
C-bo dawg, aye!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I pull up to the light, you know I'm ridin old school
The main four's lookin down, nigga where ya ruler? [So high]
Twenty-eight inch deep-dish [Yes]
Orange candy paint, baby call it Sunkist [Young boss]
Who me? I'm just that nigga
She wanna ride with the boss cause my rims is bigger [Oh yeah]
If I don't look down, I won't even see you niggas [Where they at?]
I don't even see you niggas
I'm with a bad bitch fornicating
With her two friends, and they participating
Yeah that's just the life I live
Young boss of the city baby, it is what it is.

[Hook]

[Verse 3, J-Flame & Young Ski]
Jizzy!
I'm gettin money so, that's the word man
I was fly with the white like Birdman [brdrdrdrdr]
Aye Khaled, I'm so hood [Hood]
I shoulda been on "I'm So Hood"
Wiggle in the shop, I grip the Oak wood
Twenty-six inches on I-O, what's good?
I'm the man, understand?
Death before dishonor, that's the plan.

[Young Ski]
I'm so fly bitch, I think I grow feathers
My cliques mob out, call us the "Blues Brothers"
I'm sittin real high, them haters might stare
I Freddy Crougar'd the whip, to give 'em nightmares
Pull up in somethin fly, oh that was light-year
I spit a little game, cover your wife's ears
I'm lookin down on her, call my whip papsmear
Then they come out of this world, like William Shat-neer.

[Hook]