Deuce Komradz 100 Elbows Lyrics

100 Elbows Lyrics

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[Chorus]



Nigga, we be ridin', down 65



Hit 85 just left the west side



Out my window, be my left elbow



Hand on my wheel, sittin' down low



I'm headin' through Atlanta on my way to Chicago



I gotta meet this nigga with that good hydro



Headed down South with 100 Elbows



To open up shop 'cause this weed gotta go







[Verse 1]



I just got back from that windy city



Wit 100 elbows of that green sticky



Got a quarter a hundred 3-5 from 50



And if a nigga want some then he betta hit me



Don't try me boy 'cause you know I got that K wit me



Loaded, aim, and cocked ready to spray quickly



And I'mma put it on your ass if you fuck wit me



And hit the Interstate, nigga, doin' a bill-50



A purple swervin through the hood wit my car smoked out



Or at the green house wit my hair combed out



A nigga come trillin' we gon' turn the lights out



Just to leave the next nigga something to think about



I'm tired of these niggas hatin' lookin at me crazy



Actin' like they hatin' though I fucked they ol' lady



It probably 'cause I ain't served, but shit, it's all gravy



Catch me in the meadows, you can holla at me baby







[Chorus]







[Verse 2]



Blow it up if you want, but mine's pretty and it's betta



Just got the hook-up so it's time to make cheddar



Alabama, the beautiful green trees what you see



If you want it, I got it, so nigga holla at me



I'm that N-I-G-G-A, C-O-W-B-O-Y



Rollin' blunts, swervin', ridin' down 65



Windows tint, it's clear, and I'm still ridin' smokin'



High, and ain't focus, police can't approach me



Trooper tellin' me, but he know who I be



Escortin' me back to the G-U-M-P



Stop in P-Ville, where my folks live



Drop off some kis and bows to keep it real



Nigga, we be crunk, cause nigga, we be high



Chillin', in the meadows, where the hood stay live



Nigga, what you want, cause nigga, it's no lie



Nigga, what you need, herbal bing or cocoa pie







[Chorus]







[Verse 3]



Some up north niggas I know, got them thangs for the low



And that's fa sho, I gots to get me some more



Every nigga that I know that owe me dough



I'm takin' everything I'm worth to Chicago



A hundred pounds in the cargo



And if you fuck with it a hundred rounds follow



Yo ass, and then we match the gas, and laugh



How your body couldn't take the gun blast



I'm just protectin' my cash



A bitch gon' kill me 'fore they take my last



I'm a real nigga that's gon deal with you



I ain't gon' talk with you



Six niggas in suits gon' walk with you



I got that muthafuckin' dro in that purr



Them junkies need that medicine, bitch I got the cure



We stay live, and we smokin', ridin'



And I'm taxin' them boys, on the other side







[Chorus]







[Verse 4]



I just got back 2 days ago



And already got rid of 28 elbows



Pockets fat so you know I'm finna ball, boy



Hit the club, and I just left the mall, boy



I bought seven Sean Johns for my dog, boy



So live you'll think I'm on the soft, boy



Hoes like to ride with us 'cause they know we true ridas



And we might smoke blunts, but we don't snort powder



Got cheese like the mart, weed by the block



Making paper like trees so hold on by the flock



Gotta stop in the hood, the dirty crest side



Hit the spot with that good to keep the block on fire



But I can't stop movin', I gotta keep crusin'



'Cause I stay on Remy and I really hate confusin'



So you might see me ridin' down I-65



With a TV in my van, and a blunt in my mouth







[Chorus] - repeat to end