Letra Bankhead de T.i. original
Westside niggas (hey, hey, hey, hey) Chorus> I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And hoe, now where am I supposed ta go I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go T.I.> Ya see me ridin in the chevy 44 on the seat With a quarter 'o' of blow gettin loaded with C No tag no license, trunk loaded with d Ridin fluids in the e, when we know to be If you wanna assault ya think I'm stoppin' you must be fuckin’ with me If they don’t wanna die tonight They best stop fuckin’ with me Ima pull over in bowen homes And my cousins with me And they gon hide me in they home while they lookin’ for me Young Dro> We the neighborhood superstar Pimp a chevy pullin’ hard Thousand dollars worth of dimes In the trunk with rockstars We puttin fear in cowards hearts When they see us on the block Swirvin’ in the deuce and quarter Bustin shots just because The hell I care about gettin caught Im makin’ bail by 12 o’clock Back in the spot with the same old serve and drop I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at T.I.Ps spot Im burnin’ rubber fuck the cops Another day on my block Chorus> I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go P$C> I'm Cadillac Daddy pulled up on some hoes from old natty Said I'm Pimp Squad hoe what’s happenin West Side gettin them panties snappin She asks me can I do the Laffy Taffy I said I do it to make the pussy happy Lets get em room over in Virginia Step inside a suite and then continue You in here for a lil fender bender Baby just remember make it quick You niggas kinda know me im the shit Im the in the bubble, kush Chevy Well at least that’s what it smells like Hit the gas, poof, I blowin out the tailpipes Tailpipe that’s all these hoes wanna lick for the night I treat them like Tina beat the pussy and ya call me Ike That’s right monsta ride sittin’ on the 28's It sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played The engine runnin’ like Vick What the falcons on ya hood Mr. Mr. Westside Yeah and you know they in my hood Chorus> I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go Aint no tellin where im goin’, once I'm steppin’ out Sippin on the high life Windows up in the clouds Open up the console that’s where I got my gun right After that get the finger role and blow one I got the 'vitamins' make em freak Fuck all night Hoes know killas on the Westside Earn stripes make the money turn right This the kid just to get my peeps and my grillz swirvin’ Off church street all the pimp God gave me skills I was born up in Bankhead Dro you all remember me Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street for me Just cause im from Bankhead, niggas havin’ beef with me Half never seen a G, in the cab of my beamer(BMW) V 10 screens fallin', my Chevy watchin’ lean on me Ridin’ down simpson about to waste my Purple lean' on me Purple ??isn't clean?? on me, the whole zone three wit me Waffle house charges Yella Black I got a bee on me Chorus> I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go