Fruit on the vine, you've got yours and I've got mine
Meat on your bones, they won't know, they won't know

I loathe your face, just get away
I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me

I'm on my way to feel you, dislocate
Saving your space I'm open wide open

I loathe your face, just get away
I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me

Like me, like me, like me

I loathe your face, just get away
I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me

Yeah, MdL,
Jackie Boyz,
The Real Crystal Crew.

Topless,
Round here we ridin' topless.
Eyyyy!!!
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 askim' 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 (Ey)
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)

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 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,
24's sit on that 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 (Eyy)
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)

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 ridin' topless.

soulja
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]

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 ridin' topless.

[T.I]:
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop this.
A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R. Bring em back to life beats like CPR. Made the west side world wide. No PR. Gangsta rap god. Imma end all be all. California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs. The Compton monsters make ya wanna cut ya M P off. The greatest in the game. Haters should be ashamed to not acknowledge in the brain of the west coast kings. Brought Kronic to the scene folded pills in the lean. Now the game full of puppies look at me no strings. Again and again I've shown you've seen me piss on niggas egos. Ruin they self-esteem. Sky the limit no roof I can do what you dream. Done it all foe you eva did a thing NA MEEN. Tees and black jeans no bling just bang. Officially deranged. Clinically insane. Look Eazy aint a damn thang changed. I promise still live like we did back when Straight Out Of Compton. Taught niggas how to have attitudes on some hood shit. Showed em what to smoke when dey was blazing that bull shit. That's why you smell the drug aroma when my record play. Not a blemish on my image decorated resume. A legendary legacy. All that I was you'll neva be. Fuck is yall tellin me? Forever on top. Face it you'll neva be better than the Doc. Ask Pac. Again I say it's neva gone stop. Face it you'll neva be greater than the Doc. Ask Pac.
[Chorus]:
Cause ladies when I shine. Nigga wish quick. No startin I'm the shootin kind. Front page all the time. You boys think sick but I aint got no roof on mine. I drink Topless, I live Topless. Like my girl is the game with her titties out. I drink Topless, I live Topless. Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city now.
[Nas]:

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/topless-lyrics-dr-dre.html ]

Ya skins ya traveling bag of your existence. Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin. Vivid on my skin how many continents I've visit then you could journey with me to different places by listenin. Shittin on em. Ya brutha got it covered we can slug it, knuckle it however you want I love it. A hustler's wit. The grit the grind. My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design. On my calendar time when night meets day. I'm in a light grey bugatti like a high-speed chase. Adrenaline like jogger the jump in rope in place. The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates trying to keep the ocean by me. Hit a rich man's wife see what these hoes can buy me. Lookin forward but it's nice to see the rode behind me. Hotel's a 7 star. Begets glowin. Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet bowin topless.
[Chorus]:
Cause ladies when I shine. Nigga wish quick. No startin I'm the shootin kind. Front page all the time. You boys think sick but I aint got no roof on mine. I drink Topless, I live Topless. Like my girl is the game with her titties out. I drink Topless, I live Topless. Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city now.