I represent H-Town, and the Southside
Haters talk shit, when your car sit wide
I don’t give a damn, I’ma floss my chrome
With my game face on, you can call me drone
Gone in my zone, riding on 22’s
Boys bow down, when I come through
I’m hard on the ‘Vard, and it’s plain to see
Ain’t nan nother playa, that can get with me
I float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee
Like the old school boxer, Muhammad Ali
It’s like whoa, when I pull the Benz out the garage ,rollin slow when we roll up sippin that purple cup.
Slow loud and banging
We ain’t playin,
I’m just sayin,
We skatin, Off on 22 inch chrome
You can be sure I ain’t alone
I got the heat
Pushed up between the seat
Rolling up on the block top down,
Gutts light brown inside candy apple outside
Trunk boomin from J B L 15s
Have you seen the trunk wave when I play
My bang
Swing wide on the blvd
Same as pulling up in the yard
Leaving the bang BANGING
neighbor hood bouncin there heads
Block party setting off
My beats just rock the world
My slab just pulling all the girls
My flow just never stop
My drop ………… drops again
My slab scrapes the skid plate
You don’t even know with the bang rattlin the trunk so hard . It’s like a bomb back in
Vietnam
m80 fire cracker
Mids and highs some how back her
She a 15inch scar bang
Bang in the trunk
Trunk full of funk
Blowin on some skunk
Ain’t no punk
Grab unck
And the gats out the trunk
We Out here ready to get crunk.
Slab looking so throwed
Driven sideways down the road
eyes squinted from the dro
That I smoked with my bro
Feels like we moving so slow
Neon lights make us glow
As we ride down the way
Right turn puts us in the bay
Out here on L B J, where my homeboy stay.
He’s gone but when we talked ,
he let me have the code to the lock.
Said he was going to be gone for a moment
And just treat it like I owned it.
Slow loud banging proud
Chopped and screwed battered and tattooed
Crossed a few that didn’t have nothing to do so I gave them a few every time I pass by they screaming what it dew
TribalEcho
