Lyrics:

Here We Go
welcome To My World Nigga Of
cadillacs And Stacks
triple X Throwbacks With My Name On The Back
uh, I Know You See Us
you Wanna Be Us
with Jam Master Jay On My Adidas
plus I Ride Around In Two-Seata's
i Hope Its Cold Cuz I'm Comin Wit My Heata
i'm On Fleeta Doin 150
can't You Tell My Cut I'm Pimpin
and If I Hit One Time Shes Limpin
and If He Trick One Dime He's Simpin
cause We Don't Do It Like That Over Here
all We Do Is Grip Grain On The Stair
like Killer Mike All I Do Is Dream About Sex
but When I Wake Up I Have A Dream About A Check
and After That I Burn Rubber When I Jump In My Vette
yet His Hoes Raise Up But It Ain't Come Out Yet, I'm Speed Racin

on 20's (On 20's)
wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin)
these Hoes Grinnin
i Pulled Up With The Top Off
on 20's (On 20's)
wheels Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
these Hoes Grinnin
futuristic Tennis Shoes When I Hop Off

yeah, Yeah, Yeah I Got A Need For Speed Get In Da Truck Wit Me
or We Can Start The Bentley Doin A Buck Fifty
i'm So Gangsta, Chickenheads Dont' Wanna Fuck Wit Me
but You Can Love Me Or Hate Me Baby You Stuck Wit Me
and I'm A Flow Til The Police Come And Get Me
we Run Dis City, You Can't Do Nothin Wit Me
its Young Red Ya'll I'm Rollin Something Sticky
you See Them 20's Believe They Worth Three A Penny
and I Ain't Really Got Nuthin To Lose
so Announce On 22's Start Spreadin The News
lets Speed It Up A Little
hoes Love To Choose
soon As The Spot The Drop
man It Gotta Be The Shoes
the Fast Lane Is Where A Nigga Live Ev'r Night
look For The Grain Stay Away From The Red Light
them Old Folks Hear Me Creepin U