Flickin Frayser Boy (Ft. Three 6 Mafia)

[Verse 1: Frayser Boy]
Yeah, you got Frayser Boy up in this thang
With the King of Memphis, and my dog the Juice Man
And I got something for my niggas flickin on them 20's
21's, 2's, 3's, 4's and even got something for my limited edition niggas
On them 25's, keep that chrome flickin' baby


[Chorus]When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I'm flickin
Dropped low on 24's you know I'm flickin
When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I'm flickin
Everytime I bust on the slab, I'm gon' be flickin
A Nigga flickin, I'm so tickin, when I mob down your street
Ain't no forgettin, no bullshittin, on my lap is that heat
I'm in the Bay, that gun don't play, sittin on some Giovanni's
I'm flickin by, I'm sittin up high, I'm also gettin money
See my reflection, shit gets hectic when I beat my junt up
Drinking Corona, with aroma, when I rose that blunt up
So don't you try because you high, flickin down on my little dog
I cut the real, you know the deal, I hit the gas and ball off, Boy

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
My rims are big, my tires are thin, when I be on the sizzle
See something thick, wit a whick you know it's DJ Pizzle
I'm on the slab, like jumpin ground, I'm bout to grab a pissle
Ridin Pirelli's, wit big bellies, thats how HCP do
Our money's long, your money's gone, you spent it all on that ho
And sold your rims at the GM because you went love wit blow
We ridin past ya, hollerin at ya, we on 24's
Stuff on clean, real mean, blowin ounce of green you know