Top Back (Remix) - T.I. feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry and B.G.

Jeezy:

I let my chain hang low, keep that thang up on my waist;
all them haters talkin' reckless tell 'em say it to my face;
Concealed bankroll yeah i almost caught a case;
It's the remix so manny fresh drop the bass;
I say my 28 inches got me sitting so high,
reach straight up through the clouds god damn im in the sky;
got my 87 zone, god damnit im fly, beycha anything won't any nigga try;
push the yukon wednesday the drop back monday,
ice cream impala same color as a sunday,
so you can dis me with ya hating and that he can't rap shit,
tell them faggot ass niggaz wrap they lips around my dick;
god damn my money's sick hey i need to see a doctor,
black on black bentley call it phantom of the opera;
lemon lime drop top, i call it the sprite,
when i pull out the garage you can call it a night.

chorus:

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black hey

Dro:

dro! my trunk gon break the damn law,
im ridin through the hood with eighth's of damn raw
them 27s tall but them 8s they damn raw;
bitches know, they see the platinum is grey like grandpa;
spray the chevy all kinda sour apple colors;
diamonds up in my charm look like piney apple suckers;
tec 9 for some mac 90 for others,
lethal weapons on bucatis i got on my danny glovers.
nah this aint the movie but i shot 4 brothers,
and plus i got a chevelle that flop four colors,
cars without the covers,
my beat down low and then my rims sit high im the best thing blowin out DRO!

chorus 2x:

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

Big Kuntry:

I got my treble up high and my beat down low,
I don't slam no doors hop in where the roof go,
What i need a roof for? replace it with the sky,
Streets be mine with that georgia on my mind,
Ridin in the wettest paint like im surfin on a tidal wave,
Cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave,
man in the trunk, sound like the man knockin,
bypass rockin with stacks in my pockets.

B.G. :

I got money in my pocket and my mind on more,
To hear myself think i like my beat down low,
cigarello full of dro in the chevy 2 tone,
its sittin on chrome thats how i get my roll on,
gotta dip through the hood you know jizzle keep it real,
I see some hot girls so im'a turn it up a lil,
let em bounce to be music, b-b-bounce to the beat,
the top down hop in and ride with a g.

chorus 2x:

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

T.I.

Even though i like my beat down low and my top let back,
chrome feet down low and my impala wet black,
digit-dash hit the gas tell dem niggaz check that,
make them bitches sit back, woofers give em wet cats,
comin down in the chevy motor sound like it's very tight,
it is you can tell i hear the tire yellin er'y lane,
and when it ain't even kickin i bet you can still hear it,
lord forbid i cut it up, i bet i could let him feel it,
okay my money real big, choppers is still hid,
they catch me with it fuck it i'm doing my lil bit,
in my drop top ride, with my glock cocked ridin,
i'm lookin for them niggaz where they at stop hidin' (hey!)

(Now that's a mothafuckin' remix nigga)