I am the spawn of a new world order I am the place that the burnouts go I feed the minds of your sons and daughters And I'll take you to a new low I'm
'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint I can't hide in New
We ain't down with nothin', I don't care what you say Yell or lie, don't even bother How low will a brother go for a dollar? Public Enemy broke a new
O, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low
I'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty (Hook) (Rasheeda) I love wood grain and, tinted, painted, and dusted out Threw on some new shoes
's are very low but threat levels are high They got a mandate, they don't want man-dates, they got so many hates and people to despise In the dust bowl
low, get low, keep that **** on the floor Get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor Get low, get low
in silence I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking? If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in I'm low down and I'm
streets lot spots and jeeps As a flow-er I'm Nile, rivers of style (Fresh kid) Yea, stories complete (Fresh kid) Rollin on them New York streets With
, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying It's the hardcore Set it off, rusty, low down Following me, it be the God Whatever, whatever God all All New
was never taught Man I had so many plans for us I was hopin that you could save the last dance for us I never ever leave you in the sandy dust But trust
soldado Puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin'
(Common) I spent my day so First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful Faithful walks
packs, carryin' yo-yo's and balls and jacks That kid you peeped it, his boys wearin' Victoria's Secret Mean mugs get crushed up, your bra's showin', pickin' dust
dips, bitches and chips, nigga What's this my friggen low-grader system That takes puff B I itches on the premises Nigga be dissin' on a down low, so
and hustlers where players be gettin paper from all these customers even from touchin drugs y'all still aint touchin us we be the low key playaz in the back with all that dust
da crib let her forget awhile give the camera smile then join for sum make love real sweet between the sheet 3 deep and ya'll know the outcome can u go down low low low low
