Artist: Rittz f/ Devin the Dude, MJG Album: Top of the Line Song: Propane Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Rittz] Ridin in my Caddy, El Dorado on the gold thaaaangs Speakers in the trunk, the neighbors screamin causin road raaaage And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered, I don't answer when my phone riiiings Makin money in the music business like I'm in a dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane, oh mayne [Chorus: Rittz] Ridin in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome thaaaangs Speakers in the trunk, the neighbors screamin causin road raaaage And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered, rollin up and blowin smoke riiiings Makin money in the music business like I'm in a dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire [Interlude: Rittz] Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire I'm on fire [Rittz] Ya-uh, ya-uh-yeah Yeah... yeah Rittz up in this bitch, they should nickname me Classic Drivin that classic Cadillac, I fashion it in traffic 'Bout to drop a classic album, here's a classic song to match it Jordans on my feet, I hit the gas and then I pass 'em Smell the weed I'm chiefin, had to crack the window gaspin Cussin out my homie cause he's ashin on the masses in the back, I said "You pushin it, you almost burned a hole right through the cushions in my pillow seats, they padded like a mattress" Million dollar motive, call me Jonny Global Funny I remember how it felt when I was local Now we travel coast to coast, Spanish bitches holla "Hola!" When I'm in my Arizona home it's candy coated lo-lo When you ride in chrome or solid gold you gotta showboat In my Monte Carlo, 'bout to valet park it up at Fogo Haters they can hate but they can't take away my mojo I took my lady home, I hit the club and rolled up solo When I'm [Chorus] [MJG] Yeah, I'm Pimp Tight, M-J-G, I thought I told you serious Not a joke, a real juicy pussy, poke her eye Fifty-five driver, never in a disguise, a real nigga for real, '90s era survivor Keep hoes hoeing as long as the wind blowin As long as the friends goin, that's how you get ten goin That's multiplication and communication at its best Power and pimpin, my manipulation is the test For all of the ones who think they are the greatest Their popularity is sinkin; cause there you go again thinkin I done told y'all niggaz, wantin to be the best You gotta learn from the best cause we invented the rest Yeah me and my O.G.'s, the Run-D.M.C.'s EPMD's, Rakim's and Eric B.'s The Geto Boys, the Bun B's and the Pimp C's You might, can charge a trick but you can't charge these [Devin the Dude] I'm, gone like a drone, high in the sky I'm behind the wheel but I feel like I fly Pullin up chromey, got some cookies on me Continue to keep cool with cops all around me It's hot as tobasco, press on the gas slow Blew at an ugly bitch, she had a whole bunch of ass though Creepin, bendin corners like I did in '9-6 $1.50 a gallon for gas used to be higher than a bitch Ride all day, smoke all night And play some funky music I hope y'all like In the hood all good, Kenwood with the woofers Pullin up on D-boys, thugs, pimps and hookers "Look at D" is what they say when they see me when I be coastin They be askin me for weed because they know that I be smokin Every day all day, nigga 24/7 I give 'em a hit then split, they be like "Give me more, Devin" But I'm [Chorus] [Interlude] [Rittz] Ya-uh, ya-uh-yeah