2 MPH - Chamillionaire

Comin down grippin grain diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop blades chop trunk is popped
I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard chunky deuce the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and
Finger's behind me
So never you mind me
I'm just hustling grindin
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that
I'm readyI'll die for my family dog but
I'll kill for my fair day
R I P to my baby bro
UGK untilIt ain't no stopping this movement you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill that's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake n***a's asses to bust
If you down for your hood and you bangin that
ScrewPut your sets in the sky cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true f**k haters and again
Leanin to the side you cain't speed through
Two miles per hour so everybody sees you
Candy on my big wheel yeah man
I'm still a kid
Twenty six rims same age as me can you dig
Ridin down the block knockin pictures off your wall
Paul WallAlpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in
Texas hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up
Bun B rest in peace
Pimp CA mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot they mad at that
Chamillionaire how
F A B get that
Two dimes in a car how bad is that
King of the jungle you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought
Cali back just threw some
D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much got cataracts been rollin up for a matter of fact
F A B get love where
F A B is at from the
Bay to the
South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to
It's gon' be
F A C T to the
Feds gon' mess with me
And F A B when they see mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe Inspector
G bring 'em all cause they cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard pick your choice
I'll get that key
Take that jet out to
West let's swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low pimp that caddy very slow
I'm leanin to the side sideways sittin crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people lookin
I'm beatin down the block givin the streets an a*s whoopin
Peep the way a player move take notes lil young un
I'm movin slow mo' leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap plus another one in the side do'
You know I'm just a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper
I need mo'Sippin sippin on lean sippin sippin on bo'