T.I. - 24's Lyrics
Artist: T.I.Album: Trap MuzikSong: 24's[Chorus: repeat 2X]Money, hoes, cars and clothesThat's how all my niggaz knowBlowin dro,on twenty-fo'That's how all my niggaz roll[T.I.]In a drop top chevy with the roof wide openMy partners looking at me to see if my eyes openCause I've been drankin, and I've been smokinFlying down 285 but I'm focusedFour fifty four s-s, I race PorschesWhite leather seats, as fresh as Air ForcesDoing bout a hundred but the track still bumpingNumber 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethingsAnd the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin inThe clicks start dancin and the broads start choosinAnd the cars been parked but the rims keep movinSign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hoodCause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hoodI'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking[Chorus][T.I.]I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the restUnderaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the bestI refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki'sBeen payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheeseDiamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its meAin't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-PBrought busting, like a baby do a blanketFive karat VVS's on my mother*****ing pinkieHalf of Hennessy and BelvedereWhat we dranking, pimp squad send for broadsWhat the hell you niggaz thinkinYoung nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballinI'm calling out shots like a pool sharkMy tools spark in the dark when I fool marksY'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong timeI got a strong mind to grab my chrome nineAnd shoot at your ass for a long timeBut I'm a get that ass hauled off, ***** around with the clickthey'll be lookin for your dick wit a stickNigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costsSpit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the[Chorus][T.I.]I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right nowI probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right nowBragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right nowKeep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right nowWant ta act right now, get smacked right nowI'm a buck a mother*****er, I don't know to back downClown down here fakin, frontinTalkin bout what you makin - nothinI'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothinI'm raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jaysLose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'KStay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yaeI told my class to kiss my ass, I make a living everyday(54th Platoon sample)[Chorus] - (fades)
