Top Let back
T.I. ft. Young Jeezy Young Dro Big Kuntry & B.G. Lyrics
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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
Ay holla if ya like ya 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
Ay holla if ya like ya 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
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer; I always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much
On this glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo'
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin'
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
The song “Top Back” by T.I. ft. Jamie Foxx is a rap anthem that celebrates the style and status of the artists. The chorus starts with the line “Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya know”, which means that they are the best of the best, the cream of the crop. They also mention that they like their beats low and their tops back, meaning they like their car’s audio system to have a heavy bass and their car roof to be open. They ask the listener to holla (call out) if they like the same. T.I. then brags about his wealth, fame, and guns, claiming he is the man in the city and nobody can beat him, and he has always been a known drug dealer. He talks about his luxurious car with big rims and tinted windows. In the end, T.I. challenges anyone who dares to test him, warning of his powerful weapons and fast car.
The song celebrates the rap culture of fast cars, wealth, and fame. The artists portray themselves as unstoppable and invincible, owning the streets, and feared by their enemies. The song can be interpreted as a message from the artists to the world, stating that they have made it and nothing can bring them down. The song also contains explicit language and themes that might not be suitable for all audiences.
Line by Line Meaning
Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya know
I am the best of the best and top-tier, you already know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my music loud, thumping, and bass-heavy
I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
I enjoy driving with my car's roof open, feeling the breeze and sun
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
Call out to me if you also enjoy loud, thumping bass in music
I like my beat down low and my top let back
I enjoy both thumping bass music and open-top driving
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
I ride around with 24-inch wheels and a gun in my car
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
You, too, enjoy blasting music on your Kenwood stereo system with a convertible roof
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
Your car has high rims and tinted windows
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' wit' me
I am the most powerful and influential person in my city, and nobody can challenge me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
Even my enemies and women who want to date me acknowledge my power
I'm a known drug dealer; I always have fifties
I am known to sell drugs, and carry fifty-dollar bills on me
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit' me
I grew up with dangerous and violent people, and we went to school together
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television
I drive a Chevrolet SS with 26-inch wheels, and sometimes watch TV while driving
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in vision
I am always prepared and ready for danger, with my gun in plain sight
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin'
I am ready to shoot anyone who threatens me and start a fight
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
I am willing to use my fame and status to intimidate and physically beat someone with a gun
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
I stole this pimped-out car, and removed the roof so the license plate can't be seen
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given
The police are trying to chase me, but I am too fast for them
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children
I am addicted to living fast and dangerously, much like my father
Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children
I was even more wild and reckless before I became a parent
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children
I have sexual relations with other people's daughters and they end up pregnant
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance
I hope the person I'm fighting has good health insurance, because I can fight for a long time
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
I killed someone in Mississippi and drove their body to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'
My expensive watch is still sparkling with moisture while I grip the wooden steering wheel
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us
I am part of a group called Pimp Squad Click, and you've probably heard of us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much
My crew of young men are extremely wealthy, and we don't have many worries
On this glock I clutch
I am holding my gun tightly
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I bust
I believe in God, but I will not hesitate to kill someone who disrespects me
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
I got your friends and the woman you're with scared and intimidated
What ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
Don't underestimate me just because I'm famous; I am still willing to shoot
I got the heart and the guts on this perp I blow
I have the courage and determination to shoot someone who dares to challenge me
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo'
I sell ten bricks of drugs every day, and I am trying to sell five more
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood Road
You can witness my Cadillac swerve as I drive down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
I am driving the coolest and most expensive car in California, and having sex with women in Hollywood
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro Dro
I am high on drugs with my friend Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo'
I am playing Goodie Mob's album Soul Food, track four
Other rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro
Other rappers and older people acknowledge my skill and expertise
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow
I have a loaded gun and a quarter of a brick of cocaine
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo'
Don't approach me unless you're going to buy six or more of my drugs
My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
My 24-inch wheels are sparkling and my subwoofers are shaking the car
I wear the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
I am the king in the southern states, and someone should inform others
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin'
I will shoot my gun 100 times and make everyone run away in fear
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
I have some women in a Mercedes-Benz and my friends in a Chevrolet
And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
We are driving on expensive Giovanni and Asani wheels with Pirelli brand tires
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
Don't even think about trying to confront me or attack me
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
The bullets in my gun are as long as your leg, and will tear you to pieces
Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on tuck
I have a gun in my car, and a hidden knife on me
Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
If you think I won't injure someone with my knife, you're mistaken
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
If I stab you in the hip, you will have a very bad night
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
You may or may not survive the injuries I inflict; it's up to luck
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a buck
While all this is happening, I am speeding in my Ferrari like I'm in a race for money
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car
I always race against a Lamborghini Gallardo whenever I get a new car
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BYRON O. THOMAS, CLIFFORD J. HARRIS, JAY W. JENKINS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Unearthed Sound
T.I. would be proud of this, check it out: https://youtu.be/MZWBBCf6kTU🔥🔥
Kameela Smith
😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
Leon Chisala
2023
ZickZeta
One of the greatest era's in rap.
Shannon
Va we got one mib and brothers-in-law with pregnant women.
Theresa W
Tip, Jeezy, Dro...they all killed it..rap like this don't exist no more 🥴
Nab Jones
Burr
Jexx
good lol
Darr Bank
And bg
Kevin Jones
Don't forget B.Gizzle