(Feat. Souljah Boy)    [Intro:]  (Yeah)  (MdL)  (Jackie Boyz)  (The real Crystal Crew) (Topless)  ('Round here we be ridin' topless)  (Ay)    [Chorus:]  My car stay  Topless (Yeah)  That's how I ride  Beater top down, chrome on the side  Topless (Yeah)  And I'm gonna pull the roof back  Wind blow her hair back, she love to feel that  Topless (Yeah)  New jeans on the calf, fit it on the dash, pocket full of cash  Topless  'Round here we be ridin' topless    My car stay kidded, everywhere I go, shine like a lamp in it  Candy apple paint, got 'em askin' who is it?  It's Los if you didn't know the sitch, I'm winnin', yes I'm winnin'  The shorty gotta have it, got her doin' tricks, just call me the rabbit  Matter of fact I'm fine, you can call me Aladdin  A hundred haters in the parking lot sayin' "Damn it" They all sayin' "Damn it"  (Ay)    Little mama what's goin' on? Hop in the front seat, shorty crank that A/C  (If you like it)  You already know it's on  (I lay the top back)    [Chorus:]  My car stay  Topless (Yeah)  That's how I ride  Beater top down, chrome on the side  Topless (Yeah)  And I'm gonna pull the roof back  Wind blow her hair back, she love to feel that  Topless (Yeah)  New jeans on the calf, fit it on the dash, pocket full of cash  Topless  'Round here we be ridin' topless  My money stay longer  I ain't Kanye, but homie I'm stronger  Freeway stuntin' call me Speedracer  I ain't no alcoholic, but shorty my chaser  Shorty my chaser  My Chevy is a monster, (monster)  24's sit on that Impala, (Impala)  Gorillas on the creek  But I'm King Kong with bananas on the seat  (But I'm King Kong with bananas on the seat)(Ay)    Little mama what's goin' on?  Hop in the front seat, shorty crank that A/C  (If you like it) |  You already know it's on  (I lay the top back)    [Chorus:]  My car stay  Topless (Yeah)  That's how I ride  Beater top down, chrome on the side  Topless (Yeah)  And I'm gonna pull the roof back  Wind blow her hair back, she love to feel that  Topless (Yeah)  New jeans on the calf, fit it on the dash, pocket full of cash  Topless  'Round here we be ridin' topless    (Whoo)  (Soulja)    [Soulja Boy:]  Topless like Ferrari  Smooth like Bacardi  Take off your top like a Spring Bling party  Get money like 50, Fat Joe "Make It Rain"  On the freeway "Rush Hour 3" in the lane(In the lane)  Big wheels, pick a number like Rolette  So fresh that you ain't gotta take a drug test  Apple bottom, shake it, turn it into sauce  T-Pain, Rick Ross, yup I'm the biggest boss    Little mama what's goin' on? Hop in the front seat, shorty crank that A/C  (If you like it)  You already know it's on(I lay the top back)  {The real Crystal Crew}    [Chorus:]  My car stay  Topless (Yeah)  That's how I ride  Beater top down, chrome on the side  Topless (Yeah)  And I'm gonna pull the roof back  Wind blow her hair back, she love to feel that  Topless (Yeah)  New jeans on the calf, fit it on the dash, pocket full of cash  Topless  'Round here we be ridin' topless