[INTRO]
[SPM]
Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everyone to Hustletown
Are we recording?
Alright let`s do this fellas.
[CHORUS: Dope House Artists]
For years I`ve been working on the block of rock,
For years I`ve been keeping nina glock on cock. [4X]
For years homeboy, for years....
[Baby Beesh]
Now if you wanna battle me then it`s on,
I`m blowed while I`m creeping up whip out my Tek so now you gone.
You shouldn`t have tried that set up now you ass is getting wet up,
Cuz real G`s from the SouthEast will leave you haters trying to get up
You`ll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on your grave I tag
it`s the motherfucking Rick that you don`t mess with
So let me keep stressing that lesson
to all y`all players and y`all haters
Haters keep watching y`all back
and y`all players keep creeping and stacking that paper
[Baby Bash]
(Now) Now why do these haters wanna plex
Why do they wanna be starting mess
Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest
Cause I really don`t think that you wanna test this Mex
Coming straight out the South East side of that Tex,
So if there`s something you gotta get off your chest,
It`s best that you don`t express it.
It`s hard enough for a Messican,
So I really don`t need all that plexing,
There`s all kinds of player haters out there
so please wait let me tell you about those.
First you got them fraud ass hoes,
Then you got them fraud popo`s,
Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the street
who just wanna plex and take yours
[CHORUS 4X]
[LOW-G]
Guess who`s back from the pen,
Out to win, Sipping Gin with my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my face when I come through
If you ain`t down with these G`s motherfuck you
Cause there`s a straight up struggle in my barrio,
Second Ward getting high on the patio,
And when I`m wet I`m a threat to a rival set,
I get respect when I step with my new Tek,
Don`t sweat I check hoes daily,
On the regular talking to your lady,
On the cellular creeping on the Lowride,
In the middle of the night with no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the Dope House
Low-G is something you don`t know about
Little tricks on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
Keep it real for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die flying like a eagle
[CHORUS X4]
[SPM]
You`re superficial talking about life with a pistol
But youse a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do leave body dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I`m complex,
And coming on next, Oh take a wild guess,
The South Park Mex,
Spark sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don`t wanna start mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My GM shine brighter than the golden arches,
Shooting star yes, Ol trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, Then flip coke,
Tip-toe to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked love spells,
Hoes and drug sales, Some fell,
In fact it`s most,
So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke.
[CHORUS 8X]
[OUTRO]
[SPM]
H-Town, Hustletown, Did this for y`all, My boy Low-G.
