Drivin ’Em lyrics

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
Drivin in a Benz, burban Lexus
Coming through this motherf*cker, turning motherf*ckin necks
Going back in a superstretch
Just to see how many shy b*tches I can catch
When I ride motherf*cker you gon know
20s on the skinnies hanging out the window
Leather interior wood grain
18 inches woofers bought me so much pain
I'mma mac like Roley the one and only
Puff like daddy and im pretty like Tony
See the ho, b*tch, sh*t
It's gotsta stop calico on the flo when a Ruger stay c*cked
For the n*ggas in the night that call jack
With the tool imma fool, automatics click clack
I wanna f*ck and how to f*ck you bigger
Mama gonna dress ya and lord gon bless ya n*gga
In the middle of the night it's hot
Call toll take a Frank mean yall to the spot
Cash Money rules everything around
If you represent U.P.T. or downtown

[Verse 2: Baby]
b*tch I thought ya knew they call me Baby
Hoes I drive them crazy
Money is a must, coke slanging
Plus I never duck when n*ggas bust in cars
I love many Benz, expeditions , hummers
They so pretty, and I f*ck these hoes
Got a grill with a mouth full of golds
And b*tches know that I'm rich and dont take no sh*t
Notice lamborgini n*ggas that isnt sh*t
And I love these hoes that suck di*k
Big Tymers for life it’s the sh*t
50 g's on my rolex From acorn
Sugar slim got the brains behind it homie
And It's so real nice with the ice
They call me Baby These b*tches know my game is tight

[Verse 3: Larell]
Who can file for most of the squash
Blast through the door and get your ass tossed
Every n*gga on the map on acasion lose every n*gga in them hallways
Nuthin but truth is behind the peace treaty is the best decision
Cuz you don't want them to hit cha b*tcha
Me in the coop, ya'll in the hall
Ya'll on the crawl so I gots to ball
I'm in the yearbook
When I was at booker t party of the year 1993
My satisfaction is, I've never been a problem
See my advirsaries were suspended and I hide em
When I'm stuck in the club n*ggas will let you know
On the door start looking for sure
And if you want to start something
With my kliq it's cool cuz chop off all your di*ks
Uptown baby the Big Tymers know where I live
The third door from the hum drums
Your dumb if want some rowdy boy we'll some
You won't see us in the tinted old car
Won'tcha ass be all fallin behind
But you got luck thats why you got behind
Time is running out for you fools
Chickens I was at your girls house with the lights out
And slash your f*ckin leather
Get a seperate sh*t better, whether
Win, lose, or draw, still losing my clip
Cuz uptown for life is the motherf*ckin sh*t
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
I'm the little one with the skrilla that's off the rilla
Cuz killas get punked on the start of pilas
n*gga it's me Hot Boy show
Head tilted to the right, I'll be right next store
n*gga you know me from the true store
I die slow cuz the bullets, are old
n*ggas fall to the floor, ain't a slug to touch
Too bad little n*gga say what
Your pants sagin and your head busts like a skittle
I'm on fire so they tried to chill it
Tell em dogg, ain't nothin gonna shake
Creep like a slave and take all the bait
Like a tape, I still rock the mack 10
110 bullets twirl like a whirlwind
I tie up your boy and rape your girlfriend
Come off the sex with the choppers twirlin in the wind
Better watch your children, are they all in?
I shoot twice, your crawling and I get disgusting
The beef get ugly, start busting going uhhh, up in
Jesus please come see us in the speeder
I jump out with gun in the freezer
Plus your boys won't go
They must of heard of Big Tymers, act like you know
Huh huh wha wha n*gga