Light Em Up (RIP Doe B) [feat. Pharrell & WatchTheDuck] - T.I.

Westside nigga, hey I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey See me ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the seat With a quarter or a blow, get low than we see No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D Ridin' Fulton in D where we know it to be They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' wit me If they don't want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me I'm gonna pull over in born home my cousin and B And they gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just because The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock Back in the spot with the same bomb serving drops I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another dead on my block, hey I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty I said I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin' Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy I said I do to make the pussy happy Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside sweeter than continue Ya airing for a little fender bender Baby just remember, make it quick These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail pipe Tail pipe, that's all these hos wanna lick for the night I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike That's right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my hood I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out Sittin' on the high life, windows up, in the clouds Open up the console, that's where I got my gun Right next to that, get that bag and roll another one I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all night Hos know, killers on the west side earn stripes Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill Swervin' off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me Waffle House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey

Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope I feel like I'm on dope Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope Boy you really get me high Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope There now hold me close Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope (Ok) Boy you really get me high Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope (Yeah, yeah) I feel like I'm on dope Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope (Uh, alright) Boy you really get me high (Aye, aye, yeah) Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope There now hold me close Anonymous bending corners with burners on us Come and ride with me Berkin duffle a hundred thousand in it Aye, nigga, roll up Anyway, D'Usse mixed with lemonade Feeling good like I'm dealing ye Moving ten a day Time limit never Could do this shit forever Can't even put it in words, how I am in love with her From slinging work on the curb, hustling drugs with her The jet ride 50 million, a wonderful feeling Shit, I'm high as a motherfucker Don't ask me shit, make me lie to you motherfucker Man truth is for real, feel like Dre and Pharrell Mixed with Eric B. and Rakim, shawty hell on the scale And still the game enticing me, like every time I see her They like to pop a seal, high enough to see Aaliyah For real, and man, I know how to chill You don't know how good it make a nigga feel I'm coming down High as a motherfucker High as a motherfucker Boy really you get me high High as a motherfucker High as a motherfucker This winter shit got me high as a bitch Dripping sauce kicking flavor, super fly with the shit Don't need a gram to get laid, an ounce to get paid G Kush to roll up, a drink to pour up Anyone know us, they know trap shit in our DNA Numbers on a need-to-know basis, this ain't no Q&A I promised Dre that I would put the game on lock And ain't no taking that shit back, put it on everything I got God damn Aventador, hopping out a Lamb In residential areas flyin', I'm getting out of (?) Ma'am tell your son he better watch it, cause we roll And disrespect is not an option in my neighborhood So watch how you talking to me Even if we know you hating, then that is all it can be Cause if call in all the niggas indebted to me Find you ass OD'd Dead ass can be I'm coming down High as a motherfucker High as a motherfucker Boy you get me High as a motherfucker High as a motherfucker Ok, counting', watching, call it that old thing Blowing gasoline to put my hat on lean Where I stay all they say is "Fuck Trump", all day Two or three pistol, metal with me (?) She brought an 'O of kush to me and a six pack Okay, well, I'm about to roll it up and hit that Now I'mma make her wipe me down like a wet sink Ride it like a jet ski, pass it to the next bitch Aye I'm coming down High as a motherfucker High as a motherfucker Boy really you get me high High as a motherfucker High as a motherfucker I'm telling you, man Yeah can get high all month I mean the (?) got me blowed, man I swear... haha! Dre! Where you get this shit, man? Yeah, from the westside only, man You know, I swear to God man I ain't known a bad day in so long You know, thank God Aye man, life ain't, life ain't like this for you, man? I swear to God, you should pray more Yeah, bankrolls on bankrolls, man, you dig? Aaliyah, we miss you Yeah, oh, alright Yeah, yeah, well that's swell Well that's swell, uh