Seat Down Low lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It's me and T, man
T.I.
Dot-com, b*tch
T.I.P., f*ck with your boy
Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen, T.I., and he is the king, b*tch
Don't get that sh*t twisted
And me? I am the best rapper alive, ladies and gentlemen, hello
This is Da Drought 3
And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but uh
I guess I go 'head on and show these n*ggas what to do with one of your beats, man
Listen

[Verse]
I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked
Ridin' with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high and I never look back
And you don't wanna try, man, don't I look strapped?
I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody f*ckin' with it
Got a black-and-gold soul with a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally bucks
Young Money, motherf*cker, know you worried 'bout us
Cash Money, motherf*cker, CMR, I trust
Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look, ma, I'm tryna make a porno starrin' us
Well, not just us, a couple foreign sl*ts
Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darlin'
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin', ballin'?
Yeah, baby, we ballin' like Rawlings and Spalding
Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am
Leanin' like a three-legged lion, climbin'
Right to the top of the motherf*ckin' mountain, countin'
I'm gonna need me and an accountant to count it
Mannie got this f*ckin' beat poundin', it's poundin'
But it was just lost until I found it, I found it
Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it
Put this b*tch to sleep, f*ckin' right, I nightgowned it
n*ggas talkin' cheap, tell 'em n*ggas, "Pipe down, b*tch"
Bloods in the building and now everybody soundless
Beatin' up this track like a motherf*ckin' round fist
Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma spit like a long kiss
I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this
Planet, I know, see, I live by my only
Say, where my cheese, n*gga? Where my macaroni?
Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey
Candy on candy, n*gga, grippin' the grain
See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane
[Outro]
Yeah, see, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout
And if you don't, f*ck you
I say what I want
And I don't want nothin'
'Cause I got everything, b*tch