Deuce Komradz - 100 Elbows lyrics

[Chorus] n***a, we be ridin', down 65 Hit 85 just left the west side Out my window, be my left elbow Hand on my wheel, sittin' down low I'm headin' through Atlanta on my way to Chicago I gotta meet this n***a with that good hydro Headed down South with 100 Elbows To open up shop cause this weed gotta go [Verse 1] I just got back from that windy city Wit 100 elbows of that green sticky Got a quarter a hundred 3-5 from 50 And if a n***a want some then he betta hit me Don't try me boy cause you know I got that K wit me Loaded, aim, and co*ked ready to spray quickly And I'mma put it on your a** if you f** wit me And hit the Interstate, n***a, doin' a bill-50 A purple swervin through the hood wit my car smoked out Or at the green house wit my hair combed out A n***a come trillin' we gon' turn the lights out Just to leave the next n***a something to think about I'm tired of these n***as hatin' lookin at me crazy Actin' like they hatin' though I f**ed they ol' lady It probably cause I ain't served, but sh**, it's all gravy Catch me in the meadows, you can holla at me baby [Chorus] [Verse 2] Blow it up if you want, but mine's pretty and it's betta Just got the hook-up so it's time to make cheddar Alabama, the beautiful green trees what you see If you want it, I got it, so n***a holla at me I'm that N-I-G-G-A, C-O-W-B-O-Y Rollin' blunts, swervin', ridin' down 65 Windows tint, it's clear, and I'm still ridin' smokin' High, and ain't focus, police can't approach me Trooper tellin' me, but he know who I be Escortin' me back to the G-U-M-P Stop in P-Ville, where my folks live Drop off some kis and bows to keep it real n***a, we be crunk, cause n***a, we be high Chillin', in the meadows, where the hood stay live n***a, what you want, cause n***a, it's no lie n***a, what you need, herbal bing or cocoa pie [Chorus] [Verse 3] Some up north n***as I know, got them thangs for the low And that's fa sho, I gots to get me some more Every n***a that I know that owe me dough I'm takin' everything I'm worth to Chicago A hundred pounds in the cargo And if you f** with it a hundred rounds follow Yo a**, and then we match the gas, and laugh How your body couldn't take the gun blast I'm just protectin' my cash A b**h gon' k** me 'fore they take my last I'm a real n***a that's gon deal with you I ain't gon' talk with you Six n***as in suits gon' walk with you I got that muthaf**in' dro in that purr Them junkies need that medicine, b**h I got the cure We stay live, and we smokin', ridin' And I'm taxin' them boys, on the other side [Chorus] [Verse 4] I just got back 2 days ago And already got rid of 28 elbows Pockets fat so you know I'm finna ball, boy Hit the club, and I just left the mall, boy I bought seven Sean Johns for my dog, boy So live you'll think I'm on the soft, boy Hoes like to ride with us cause they know we true ridas And we might smoke blunts, but we don't snort powder Got cheese like the mart, weed by the block Making paper like trees so hold on by the flock Gotta stop in the hood, the dirty crest side Hit the spot with that good to keep the block on fire But I can't stop movin', I gotta keep crusin' Cause I stay on Remy and I really hate confusin' So you might see me ridin' down I-65 With a TV in my dash, and a blunt in my mouth [Chorus] - repeat to end