T.I. Top Back feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro & B.G. (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy & T.I.]
Crem' de la crem' homey, top shelf you know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low
down low, down low, down low, I like my top let back
Let back, let back, let back let back, let back
Chea you already know what this s___ is n____, remix n____
Mannie Fresh, T.I.P whatup n____?, I got'cha n____
I'ma show these n____z what to do on you n____..

[Young Jeezy]
I let my chain hang low get that thing up on my waist
All then haters talkin reckless tell 'em say it to my face
Can see a bankroll yeah I almost caught a case
It's the remix so Mannie Fresh drop the bass
I say now twenty-eight inches got me sitting so high
Reach straight up through the clouds God d___ I'm in the sky
Got my eighty-seven zone God dammit I'm fly
Bet you anything won't nann' n____ try it
I push the look come wednesday the drop that Monday
Ice cream Impala same color as a sundae
So you can miss me with that hatin and that "He can't rap s___"
Tell them f__got-a__ n____z wrap they lips around my d___
God d___ my money sick, ayy I need to see a doctor
Black on black Bentley call it "Phantom of the Opera"
Lemon lime droptop I call it a Sprite
When I pull out the garage you can call it at night

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

[Young Dro]
DRO! My trunk gon' break the d___ law
I'm ridin through the hood with eighths of d___ raw
Them twenty-sevens tall but them eights are d___ raw
b____es know they see the platinum is grey like grandpa
Spray the Chevy all kinda sour apple colors
Diamonds up in my charm look like pineapple suckers
Tec-9 for some, mac-90 for others
Leave the weapon on Bucatti's I got on my Danny Glovers
Nah this ain't a movie but I shot "4 Brothers"
And plus I gotta Chevelle that flop four colors
Cars without the covers, my beat down low
I let my rims sit high I'm the best thing blowin now Dro!!

[Chorus]

[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 fo', replace it with the sky
Streets be mine with that Georgia on my mind
I ride in the wettest paint, like I'm surfin on a tidal wave
Cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave
Man in the trunk sound like the man knockin
Five pass rockin with stacks in my pockets

[Verse 4: B.G.]
I got money in my pocket and mind on whoa!
To hear myself think I like my beat down low
Cinderella full of dro and the chevy two-toned
It's sittin on chrome that's how I get my roll on
Gotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it real
I see some hot girls so I'm a turn it up a lil'
Let them bounce to the music ba-bounce to the beat
The top down hop in and ride with a G

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back
Chrome feet down low and my impala wet back
Ditch or dash, hit the gas tell them n____z check that
Make them b____es sit back woofers give 'em wet cast
Comin down in a Chevy motor sound like it very tight
It is you can tell I hear the tire yellin er' lane
And the way they ain't kickin I bet
You could still hear it loaf of bread I cut it up a bit
I get left feel here
Okay my money real big, choppers is still here
They catch me with it f___ it I'm doing my lil bit
And my drop top ridin with my glock c___ed ridin
I'm looking for them n____z where they at stop hidin hey!

Now that's a m_________in remix n____