Bourbons and Lacs

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillacs

With the 10's and the 12's bumpin in the back

This is for the playas hustlas pimps and macks

With the Benz's makin ends I'm makin paper stacks

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillacs

With the 10's and the 12's bumpin in the back

This is for the playas smokin woolimacks

Hittin skins make dividends and ridin with my strap

UNH woodgrain with the leather seats

Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me

Smokin on that dojah four niggas in tha back screamin

NO LIMIT SOLDIER

True to the giz-zam stopped in the projects

Sold a half a ounce of cocaine

Hit interstate 10 into TEXAS listenin to DJ SCREW

Just raced the Lexus called up Pimp C

Did a song last week with my nigga Bump B

Twistin on some green spinich

A nigga still trippin I aint dead I'm still in it

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillacs

With the 10's and the 12's bumpin in the back

This is for the playas hustlas pimps and macks

With the Benz's makin ends I'm makin paper stacks

See pocket full of dollas already stacked

So I'm gangtsa leanin sideways

Today aint Friday pretend it is and today it's my day

Take it from Mr. High spoke rider

Cadillac and Suburban driver pussy diver

Mr. Glock beside me when I'm ridin

Flossin down the block holla at my boys up in the third

I got the latest word swirve to the side of the curb

Fiend that wanted me to serve her I said: