I Like My Seat Down Low And My Window Slightly Cracked Lyrics was sung by Lil Wayne and Produced By Mannie Fresh.
I Like My Seat Down Low And My Window Slightly Cracked Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
It's me and T, man
T.I.
Dot-com, bi^^h! Hahaha!
T.I.P., f^^k with your boy
Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen
T.I.—and he is the king, bi^^h
Don't get that s^^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'll go 'head on and show these ni^^as what to do with one of your
beats, man
Listen
[Verse]
I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked
Riding 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^^king 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^^ker, know you worried 'bout us
Cash Money, motherf^^ker, 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'll bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma, I'm tryna make a po^^o, starring us
Well, not just us—a couple foreign sl^^s
Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darling
I be with Jim Jones, and we be balling—balling?
Yeah, baby, we balling, like Rawlings and Spalding
Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am—
Leaning like a three-legged lion, climbing—
Right to the top of the motherf^^king mountain, counting
I'm gonna need me and a accountant to count it
Mannie got this f^^king beat pounding—it's pounding
But it was just lost until I found it—I found it
Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it
Put this bi^^h to sleep—f^^king right—I nightgowned it
ni^^as talkin cheap; tell them ni^^as, "Pipe down, bi^^h!"
Bloods in the building, and now, everybody soundless
Beating up this track like a motherf^^king 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, ni^^a? Where my macaroni?
Baby, I get up in that a^^ a[Intro]
Yeah
It's me and T, man
T.I.
Dot-com, bi^^h! Hahaha!
T.I.P., f^^k with your boy
Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen
T.I.—and he is the king, bi^^h
Don't get that s^^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'll go 'head on and show these ni^^as what to do with one of your
beats, man
Listen
[Verse]
I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked
Riding 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^^king 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^^ker, know you worried 'bout us
Cash Money, motherf^^ker, 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'll bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma, I'm tryna make a po^^o, starring us
Well, not just us—a couple foreign sl^^s
Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darling
I be with Jim Jones, and we be balling—balling?
Yeah, baby, we balling, like Rawlings and Spalding
Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am—
Leaning like a three-legged lion, climbing—
Right to the top of the motherf^^king mountain, counting
I'm gonna need me and a accountant to count it
Mannie got this f^^king beat pounding—it's pounding
But it was just lost until I found it—I found it
Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it
Put this bi^^h to sleep—f^^king right—I nightgowned it
ni^^as talkin cheap; tell them ni^^as, "Pipe down, bi^^h!"
Bloods in the building, and now, everybody soundless
Beating up this track like a motherf^^king 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, ni^^a? Where my macaroni?
Baby, I get up in that a^^ and act a donkey
Candy on candy, ni^^a, gripping the grain
See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans
Like 18-25-TULANE!
[Outro]
Hahaha.... See, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the f^^k I'm
talkin bout
And if you don't, f^^k you
Hahaha
I say what I want
And I don't want nothing
'Cause I got everything, bi^^hnd act a donkey
Candy on candy, ni^^a, gripping the grain
See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans
Like 18-25-TULANE!
[Outro]
Hahaha.... See, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the f^^k I'm
talkin bout
And if you don't, f^^k you
Hahaha
I say what I want
And I don't want nothing
'Cause I got everything, bi^^h