Songtext zu 'Put Your Top Down' von Tre Little

Excuse me
Come over here, kids
Hold on
Y'all can talk to Uncle Rick in a minute
Tre Little
Uncle Tre wanna tell y'all a story
Sit down right there
Be quiet, little nigga
Y'all ready?
Just listen
Tre Little
Rick Riggler
Let's go

This year old artists gon' get mad, man
Tre Little stole all their fans, man
And all I did was write a rhyme
Jacked they sales without my nine
Sneaky boy with gun confined to streets and slums, my life's begun
Kickin', gain a rooster, turn 'em into boosters
Give me your paycheck, that's what I'm used to
The streets raised me, bullets almost grazed me
I hopped that fence, shoot, you must be crazy
Your fans are sweet, and since I'm a nice guy
I got a treat for you and your wiseguys
Have that with a little of the hot sauce
I weave in and out of beats like the snare's lost
There it is, oh
There it go, oh
Where's the drum?
Niggas beat slow, oh!

Take your top down, player take your top down
You brave player, ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player take your top down
You brave player, ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player take your top down
You brave player, ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player take your top down
You brave, player, drop your top now!

Standing on the corner like I own the block
I don't care about the motherfuckin' cops
If I dash or I duck or I hide behind a tree
Bet them motherfuckers never find me
Come to realize this dude 'round the block was snitchin'
Let me wave my magic wand, poof, now he missin'
We don't sell crack in Detroit, bowls and Os
We don't slang from the hip, dog, times is old
Ride rentals all day to conceal our spots
Tell 'em, "Yeah, I work" so I won't get hot
Stayin' buzzed all day
And all night
And drink the morning until we all fight
I'm a gangster, nigga
A fly nigga
Whatever you call me, you never kill me, nigga
The streets need me
Punk, take it easy
I'll let you eat, but first I gotta feed family
Oh!

Take your top down, player, take your top down
You brave, player ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player, take your top down
You brave, player ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player, take your top down
You brave, player ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player, take your top down
You brave, player, drop your top now!

Amusin', ain't it? The way my music's played
And dudes complainin' and streets grew like Houston, Texas
A thug's confession can lead you in the wrong direction
Professin' God, please don't count your blessings
Tone it down before I go and fire up the Wesson
I'm on it now, the game did advance the level
When beautiful minds like mine can enhance the pressure
I'm not romantic, but I serenade my gun
That's my shit
You don't wanna cheat with my chick
She's a slut, all she like to do is bust
A nympho drive fast, watch her to kick up dust
So photogenic, really you can picture this
So high with a blunt and a pitcher of liquor
Never sprung from a chick who done dug my figures
Witness get killed, boy, just for snitchin'
Drive fast, top down, baby, handle your business
Oh!

Take your top down, player, take your top down
You brave, player, ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player, take your top down
You brave, player, ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player, take your top down
You brave, player, ride around with your top down
Take your top down, player, take your top down
You brave, player, drop your top now!