Текст (слова) песни: T-Bo - Comin` Down

[Hook]
They don`t count by spokes no more, they counting by inches
Them ain`t 20`s on my ride, them 22`s you jive bitches
Switching lane to lane, make em respect my fucking brain
I`m coming down shining, candy painted wood grain
I`m cruising down the street (uh-oooooh), real slow
What the fuck are they yelling (there it go, T-Bo)
Yeah you right, you fucking right that`s me
Beating down your block, rims chop ridiculously

[T-Bo]
I paid the cost to be the boss, up in this here floss shit
Hit the lot went by the knot, don`t even ask what the cost is
It`s hot in the Dirty South, you know the top got to come off it
Lane to lane, with a slim Diana Ross bitch
You might see me hit the slab, big car candy green
Don`t blink hit the corner, it`s a flipping tangerine
Lil` kids telling they mama, did you see what I just seen
What that white boy acting a ass, in a truck so clean
Be mugging haters, like it ain`t no thang mayn
I make them bitches oochie wally, while my thugs oochie bang bang
Maintain, my name up in this dirty rap game
Like M and Dre did, me and B-Rock gon do the same thang
Police point and stare, they don`t turn around
That big body truck`ll, burn em down
Keep that thang on my seat, in case them haters try to clown
T-Bo the Firecracker, so you know I`m coming down

[Hook]

[T-Bo]
I`m coming down shining, like a shooting star
I`m ice grilling haters, won`t give a fuck who you are
You mad cause my rims, cost a lil` bit more than your car
Now does that make me stupid, or a superstar
The things I`m bout to do to you, y`all ain`t ready
Coming down down baby, but I ain`t Nelly
Watch my rims chop, cut chop like a mechetti
22 inch Perelli`s, on a Avalanche Chevy
I hit the intersection, gripping my gun tight
The police pull me over, but hogging the sunlight
Like don`t be mad at me lil` daddy, cause your shit don`t run right
You out shining me, is like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Cause I`ma be the bucket, with the interior tore out
Do a 2003 Lexus, with the brains blowed out
And everywhere I go, you know that I`ma show off
T-Bo going multi-platinum bitch, no doubt

[Hook]

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