Artist: T.I. f/ P$C, Young Dro Album: King Song: Bankhead Typed by: clipse_211@yahoo.com [Intro] Westside nigga.. Hey! [Chorus] x2 I got my 44, and my dro And my Chevy on 24s, and my ho Now where am I s'posed to go [T.I.] See me ridin in a Chevy, 44 on the seat With a quarter or a blow get low than we see No tag, no liscense, 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 dont 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 [Big Kuntry] Hey we the neighborhood superstars Couple Chevys pullin hard 1000 dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rockstars We 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 [Chorus] [Mac Boney] I'm Cadallac daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty I said I'm Pimp Squad ho whats happenin Westside get them panties, snap She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy I said I do it to make the pussy happy Let's get a room over on Virginia Step inside sweeter than ? Ya airing for a little fender bender Baby just remember, make it quick These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit [C-Rod] I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well at least thats what it smells like Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail pipe Tail pipe, thats all these hos wanna lick for the night I treat em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike Thats 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 [Chorus] [AK] 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, thats 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 Westside earn stripes Make that money turn bright, just look at my peice and my grill Swervin off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills [Young Dro] I was born up in Bankhead, yall remember me Way back in 83', T.I. stayed up the street from me Just cuz 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 [Chorus]