[Lucky]
Yeah, 2003..
They gone hate this..
My boy Filero, in here on the track..
[Lucky Luciano]
Well it`s the nawfside mexican, wreckin these boys ugly
No matter what you do, there ain`t no fucking with the Lucky
The coldest in the free world, these record labels want me
They know I`m bout to switch the game up and get money
I got grown women with their own bank account
I ain`t gone do nothin stupid, so these laws could take me out
I gotta represent for y`all, put my hood on the map
Houstone till I`m gone, H-Town where you at?
I got a manager with me that keep a glock forty wit em`
Keep thinking I`m slippin, and get shot up by my assistant
But nigga please, that shots from the k
Knock the smile off your face, so calmate guey
Im a blaze up the Arizona weed and smoke
Still sippin on the lean like a G supposed to
03 fa` sho, is my time to shine
If I don`t make it with this rappin, I`m a cock my nine
And find the nearest dopeman and goto his dope house
Kick down the door, take over and boss
Im a young boss hogg, nigga look at me now
In the kitchen on a mission, tryin a cook up an ounce
And serve y`all what you need, watch the block bleed
When I signed on the dotted lines I got G`s
Thought I signed for nothin you must think Luck a fool
My lawyer would`nt let me do it even if I wanted too, ooh!
[Lucky]
Oooh, that boy said that, know I`m sayin?..
Screwed up texas..
H-town, What it do?..
It don`t stop..
[Lil` Keke]
I been pimpin major pen, since the year 9-3
Who better to get it crackin than that boy Don Ke
Got that Lucky on my side and he rippin the flo`
We gone shut down and close before we open the door
Now it`s 2003 it ain`t no fuckin with me
I stay sippin on the sprite and I stay fire`n the tree
This for all the young G`s that be reppin the blocks
they be rollin` 22`s and be covered in rocks...it don`t stop
So I`m a pimp me a pen
Drop the top on the lac and try to smash again
Southside representin man, you know who it be
Straight up out the dirty third, it`s that H-Town G
And it`s R.I.P to that G named Screw
We gone keep this thing rockin, tryin a do what we do
We started this thing up and we bringin it back
Houston Texas in the house and the Don Said that...What
[Lil` Keke]
Houston Texas...7-1-3
Peace to the whole underground..
Its the young Don, CMG representin..
Lucky..
My boy Filero..
R.I.P to Dj Screw!!!
[Lucky talking over Lil` Keke]
Fa` sho...Haa!
It don`t stop..
H-Town, what it do, baby?..
Pullin` trails nawf, off the west gulf bank..
R.I.P to Dj Screw!!!..
Fa` Sho!
[Lucky Luciano]
Its time to lay em` down like that stripper last night
Some talk about it but I`m living that life
Who be ballin in them Houston streets
L to the U to the C to the K to the K to the E to the K to the E
Lil` Keke and Lucky Me, shooting dice for a hundred G`s
Show me the mic and I`m a wreck
Pimpin puttin these hoes in check
See the wrist got big bagets
Princess all on my neck
Full tank on Gulf Bank
Y`all already know I drank drank
Ga` dang, I`m a do the fool
When I come down chunkin duece out the roof
I got Gucci on my shoe, yeah I use to skip school
But now I`m throwing parties, women in my swimming pool
Apple over blue, on them 22`s
See the inside looking like a living room
Aint no mo` woo-doo
Im comin in somin new
Nawfside, southside, baby tell me what it do, haa
