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June 27th (Side A)
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3, cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock, I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking 'why?'
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get my shit right
Cause I'm not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know I'm gonna be the one
To take a fucking loss
26, up in this bitch: be jamming
Niggas coming down pop trunks just slamming
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas staying on me cause they wanna get paid
Everybody late and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big Moe wassup, in this bitch
And this nigga's singing
Coming through just like hell
The bells are ringing
Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made
You know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
I'ma come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros
Now we chilling, now we just leaning
And we coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and
Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we gone, going real strong
I'm thinking riding far, I'm thinking riding long
Drop, roll, barre: that's what I want
I'm coming on down jamming with that P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent Southside: lil' Key-C
I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leaning in they seat
Smoking swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up in the seats
And I splits down nothing but them Swisher Sweets
I'm just what reclining
Nigga bumper climbing
Man what's up in my mouth you see them diamonds
Yeah everybody like 'beware the night'
I'm a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act scythe
Gone break them hoes off
Gone represent the South
I'ma come through drinking lean
And I ain't gonna cough
I'mma let them boys know how far I can go
I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low
Keep my shit out they motherfucking mouth
Because they be running
I'm just gon' chill for a while
Cause they know I'm coming
I'm coming with something, looking kinda throwed
I'm coming down riding with my partners, fuck a ho
Those hoes be out to get you, for everything
But I'm out there trying to come up and swang
Or chop up on some blades
I keep a tight fade
And you know I'm always on my paper chase
Always get my green, always on my lean
Me and Poyo finne pop up on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's a Jeep
And you know what
We finne score a fucking Ki'
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Fendi jeans and a Ki', that's what I saw
I saw a bunch of shit, now I be legit
I'm just in the game
And the Key-C ain't gonna quit
I'm steady steady hustling
Steady steady struggling
Boys don't know and I'm tired of mean-mugging
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down to spray ya
Let them boys know, in here with the Yungstar
And he finne flow, and he
Ain't no fucking punksta
So I'm finne pass it
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Hopping like a rabbit
Man I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it
Under my damn bed
Man I'm flipping red
If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed
But that ain't on my mind
No I'm not thinking about 9
I'm thinking 'bout 18
Man it's my time
To pop up on the scene
And show my fucking naked
Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold grills
The shit don't stop
Tha hoes gonna bop
Cause we gon' come through and we got hard rock
Yep, always looking
Hooked up with the clay, always cooking
Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on a mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
We just in this bitch
Chilling with my partner Screw
Finne to give it to this boy
Going flip his tounge
Man go on, go on, go strong
I'm gonna bring young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rolling tight
I'm gonna bring him in and I'm coming down
I'm coming down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me
As I slow the beat down, see the diamond face crown
Wrecking whole H-town, coming through and we down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis
Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthdayand that Key-C
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with chives
I'm gone come through, watch that boy, gots to go live
Yes I'm going off, cause I gots to go man
Watch I come through
Watch I throw the West with my hand
Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swerving
Picking 'em up at Sterling
Gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns
And they carved in stone, I can go on
I can just flow gripping on a mobile phone
It's tha Poterola, I'm a money folder
Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder
Grippin' on tha grain
Cause so much pain
To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin' with the grain
Watch they see me as I pop and I shine
I'ma break 'em off see that 5th just recline
Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl
TV/VCR, lay back on recliner
And they just mad
Draped an dripped in that Caddy
Hoes get mad cause I ain't no mack daddy
Gotta flip my tounge, yes be leaving them sprung
Toss 'em off the lakes
Bust some shit out some lung
Don't know how it's going, Yungstar's still flowing
Flipping with Poyo, and his
Trunk is steady glowing
See that boy me and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96, Keke locked, we gon' please ya
Gots to wreck shop, '96, I ain't gon' stop it
Gots to come through at that beach we gon' drop it
I ain't gonna even play
I'm thinking the MLK
I might just flip a four
Get crazed, sip Tangueray
Or be on the flip phone
These hoes be on my bone
I might just come with marble
Just to switch to Teflon
These hoes be on my zipper
I'm bald fade with the clippers
I might just come with Bourbon
I might just go and get a wood strip
I gots to go down
I gots to just wreck it
And when I come through
Everybody wanna try to neglect
They try to talk down
Because I gots to go through the dark
I see that boy Gregg & Wood
Lost in that East Clark
He's on lock, I ain't forgot
That Yungstar wreck the mic
That Screw done wrecked it up
So you know they ain't gone like
How we did it, it's that boy's b-day
I can't (what) play
Gots to sip that Tangueray
I'ma still fool
From tha Southside
We don't bang bang, yes my mouth is what dry
I'm gon wreck shop
Gots to send it to that Miller
Boys dead and gone
Yes I'm a born thriller
Gots to watch the scandal
Shop at that Randall
Hit that fuckin beach, with that what, Nike sandals
Got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowing sweet
Them hoes be on my dick
Be blowin up it get so neat
Don't settle for less
These hoes gon try to impress
That's why I break em off
Then go buy a new pair of Guess
I hit that Sterling, that Mervyn
Them hoes they don't know me
I might holla at Pokey
Or go and get that 40
Them boys be steady doin it
Knockin off the unit
Hit that big bay
We ain't dip it in embalming fluid
Dripped and we draped out
Know what I talkin bout
You don't see my diamonds
Cause them boys be just be comin out
I'm a take and break the mic
Yes that grip dun got me goin
Yung's steady flowin
And I'm steady what blowin
Gots to pass it that Po-yo
Cause that boy gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94
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