(talking)
Yeah man, uh, I`m in the studio with Big Flake
Uh huh, that`s my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records
We`re family, we ride together we roll together
For you hoes that don`t understand it, fuck you
KnowI`mtalkingbout, yo, uh
[Big Flake]
Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches
Fuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitches
That`s all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I ain`t with the shit, get the fuck out my face
Fuck a case, the hooter can`t hold me down
I`m 300 pounds, six feet you know me now
And show me bitch where the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain`t stopping till I fold you
I flip young boys like a ki of soda
It`s the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don`t give a fuck I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what y`all little niggas know about that
First we click clack, then you hear it go pop
I`m a young little g and man I can`t stop
I`m non shalant, so I can`t be detected
And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it
It`s like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
It`s like almighty, when you creep up in the hood
Every corner you weak, my g`s up to no good
It`s understood, my crime stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope sales
You gone fell, if you try to test this
I`m like daytime T.V., young and restless
Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P.
I`m a cold ass mex call me frosty
Don`t try to cross me, cause I don`t like hoe niggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out
Hold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch
(talking)
That`s real my nigga
Fuck these hoe ass niggas
(Chorus - 2x)
You bring your boys, I`ll bring my boys
You get your guns, I`ll get my guns
[South Park Mexican]
On the play list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12`s makeshift
Spent a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherfuckers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like some minnows
I`m ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool
When you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can`t do the dope, said it before
Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a plan of skills, I`m still cracking rims
I got a beer belly look like I`m having twins
I`m the youngest, mom say I`m the worst
The finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurse
Only heaven knows, what I`ve been through
In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my head in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with four O`s of maple
I`m wago ami wathro, come through the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I`m trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros
And last night he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least four guns
I got two plants, that grow under lamps
I`m at the club just wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still I`m a quetho
I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I`m murdering, I`ll destroy any earthling
Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be hard
I know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park
(Chorus - 4x)
