作曲 : Z Ro | |
[Z-Ro:] H- | |
O-U-S-T-O- | |
N, T-E-X-A- | |
S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest | |
Down here we rep the | |
Screwed Up | |
Click, or rep the | |
Swishahouse | |
And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth | |
On a paper chase for that big bread, | |
H.P.D. act like dick heads | |
Cause they wanna know what we're smoking, and how much coedine in our big red | |
And we stay draped in | |
VVS diamonds, | |
VS1's And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to | |
Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with | |
Big Steve and | |
Captain Jack | |
Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them | |
Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks | |
Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that | |
Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist | |
Candy blue paint on my ride, | |
Trouble in the front in the back is | |
Grace Joseph | |
McVey that's my name, and | |
I taste diamonds in my mouth | |
Fuck a nigga named | |
Lloyd Banks, it's going down in the | |
South [Hook:] | |
Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track | |
Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks | |
It's going down in the | |
South, (going down in the South) | |
It's going down in the | |
South, (going down in the South) | |
We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks | |
Six or seven days, and we ain't been to sleep yet | |
It's going down in the | |
South, (going down in the South) | |
It's going down in the | |
South, (going down in the South) [Big Boss:] | |
It all started with a tour of the | |
B.C., to a half of the | |
O.G. Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that's low key | |
You niggaz don't know me, you so baloni | |
You play in the pig pen, | |
I hang where the folks be | |
We don't talk to police, leave that to you fonies | |
Disguised as homies, to get me felonies | |
I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine | |
My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean | |
Been at it since 14, you can't control me | |
So quit the baloni, 'fore | |
I go where your folks sleep | |
Hit your block and it's on | |
G, the strap sits cozy | |
It claps but don't speak, leave flats no slowly | |
So don't provoke me, | |
I was raised in the struggle | |
Good kush and kool-aid, so they stay in a huddle | |
If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it's double | |
Fuck stunting but if you want, | |
Boss'll teach you how to hustle [Hook] [Z-Ro:] | |
Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red | |
And just like | |
I got partnas that's free, | |
I got partnas in the | |
FED I got partnas in the state, for killing niggaz or moving weight | |
I even got niggaz in the | |
Army, in Baghdad and | |
Kuwait Every block you pass in | |
H-Town, you gon see a candy ride | |
Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy, right by his side | |
Down here jackers don't hide, they be out all in the open | |
Therefo' when | |
I'm in floss mode, | |
I might shoot anybody that's approaching | |
Hit a nigga be it a bitch, cause | |
I ain't ready to dig my ditch | |
Any given time | |
I look like new money, to somebody that wanna get rich | |
Laws harassing as they pass, protect and serve they never do that | |
Instead of love they pull out a billy club, and beat us till we blue black | |
So fuck the laws except | |
Officer Tony, cause he real | |
Behind the badge he a | |
Mo City nigga for life, and that's why we chill | |
Rest in Peace | |
Big H.A.W. | |
K., I think about you all day all night | |
I'll see you again one day, whenever | |
I crap out rolling the dice of life [Hook] |
zuo qu : Z Ro | |
ZRo: H | |
OUSTO | |
N, TEXA | |
S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest | |
Down here we rep the | |
Screwed Up | |
Click, or rep the | |
Swishahouse | |
And we don' t play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth | |
On a paper chase for that big bread, | |
H. P. D. act like dick heads | |
Cause they wanna know what we' re smoking, and how much coedine in our big red | |
And we stay draped in | |
VVS diamonds, | |
VS1' s And we don' t tolerate jackers, we take jackers to | |
Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with | |
Big Steve and | |
Captain Jack | |
Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them | |
Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks | |
Yeah we rapping but it ain' t just rap, money we need all of that | |
Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist | |
Candy blue paint on my ride, | |
Trouble in the front in the back is | |
Grace Joseph | |
McVey that' s my name, and | |
I taste diamonds in my mouth | |
Fuck a nigga named | |
Lloyd Banks, it' s going down in the | |
South Hook: | |
Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track | |
Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks | |
It' s going down in the | |
South, going down in the South | |
It' s going down in the | |
South, going down in the South | |
We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks | |
Six or seven days, and we ain' t been to sleep yet | |
It' s going down in the | |
South, going down in the South | |
It' s going down in the | |
South, going down in the South Big Boss: | |
It all started with a tour of the | |
B. C., to a half of the | |
O. G. Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that' s low key | |
You niggaz don' t know me, you so baloni | |
You play in the pig pen, | |
I hang where the folks be | |
We don' t talk to police, leave that to you fonies | |
Disguised as homies, to get me felonies | |
I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine | |
My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean | |
Been at it since 14, you can' t control me | |
So quit the baloni, ' fore | |
I go where your folks sleep | |
Hit your block and it' s on | |
G, the strap sits cozy | |
It claps but don' t speak, leave flats no slowly | |
So don' t provoke me, | |
I was raised in the struggle | |
Good kush and koolaid, so they stay in a huddle | |
If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it' s double | |
Fuck stunting but if you want, | |
Boss' ll teach you how to hustle Hook ZRo: | |
Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red | |
And just like | |
I got partnas that' s free, | |
I got partnas in the | |
FED I got partnas in the state, for killing niggaz or moving weight | |
I even got niggaz in the | |
Army, in Baghdad and | |
Kuwait Every block you pass in | |
HTown, you gon see a candy ride | |
Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy, right by his side | |
Down here jackers don' t hide, they be out all in the open | |
Therefo' when | |
I' m in floss mode, | |
I might shoot anybody that' s approaching | |
Hit a nigga be it a bitch, cause | |
I ain' t ready to dig my ditch | |
Any given time | |
I look like new money, to somebody that wanna get rich | |
Laws harassing as they pass, protect and serve they never do that | |
Instead of love they pull out a billy club, and beat us till we blue black | |
So fuck the laws except | |
Officer Tony, cause he real | |
Behind the badge he a | |
Mo City nigga for life, and that' s why we chill | |
Rest in Peace | |
Big H. A. W. | |
K., I think about you all day all night | |
I' ll see you again one day, whenever | |
I crap out rolling the dice of life Hook |
zuò qǔ : Z Ro | |
ZRo: H | |
OUSTO | |
N, TEXA | |
S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest | |
Down here we rep the | |
Screwed Up | |
Click, or rep the | |
Swishahouse | |
And we don' t play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth | |
On a paper chase for that big bread, | |
H. P. D. act like dick heads | |
Cause they wanna know what we' re smoking, and how much coedine in our big red | |
And we stay draped in | |
VVS diamonds, | |
VS1' s And we don' t tolerate jackers, we take jackers to | |
Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with | |
Big Steve and | |
Captain Jack | |
Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them | |
Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks | |
Yeah we rapping but it ain' t just rap, money we need all of that | |
Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist | |
Candy blue paint on my ride, | |
Trouble in the front in the back is | |
Grace Joseph | |
McVey that' s my name, and | |
I taste diamonds in my mouth | |
Fuck a nigga named | |
Lloyd Banks, it' s going down in the | |
South Hook: | |
Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track | |
Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks | |
It' s going down in the | |
South, going down in the South | |
It' s going down in the | |
South, going down in the South | |
We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks | |
Six or seven days, and we ain' t been to sleep yet | |
It' s going down in the | |
South, going down in the South | |
It' s going down in the | |
South, going down in the South Big Boss: | |
It all started with a tour of the | |
B. C., to a half of the | |
O. G. Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that' s low key | |
You niggaz don' t know me, you so baloni | |
You play in the pig pen, | |
I hang where the folks be | |
We don' t talk to police, leave that to you fonies | |
Disguised as homies, to get me felonies | |
I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine | |
My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean | |
Been at it since 14, you can' t control me | |
So quit the baloni, ' fore | |
I go where your folks sleep | |
Hit your block and it' s on | |
G, the strap sits cozy | |
It claps but don' t speak, leave flats no slowly | |
So don' t provoke me, | |
I was raised in the struggle | |
Good kush and koolaid, so they stay in a huddle | |
If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it' s double | |
Fuck stunting but if you want, | |
Boss' ll teach you how to hustle Hook ZRo: | |
Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red | |
And just like | |
I got partnas that' s free, | |
I got partnas in the | |
FED I got partnas in the state, for killing niggaz or moving weight | |
I even got niggaz in the | |
Army, in Baghdad and | |
Kuwait Every block you pass in | |
HTown, you gon see a candy ride | |
Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy, right by his side | |
Down here jackers don' t hide, they be out all in the open | |
Therefo' when | |
I' m in floss mode, | |
I might shoot anybody that' s approaching | |
Hit a nigga be it a bitch, cause | |
I ain' t ready to dig my ditch | |
Any given time | |
I look like new money, to somebody that wanna get rich | |
Laws harassing as they pass, protect and serve they never do that | |
Instead of love they pull out a billy club, and beat us till we blue black | |
So fuck the laws except | |
Officer Tony, cause he real | |
Behind the badge he a | |
Mo City nigga for life, and that' s why we chill | |
Rest in Peace | |
Big H. A. W. | |
K., I think about you all day all night | |
I' ll see you again one day, whenever | |
I crap out rolling the dice of life Hook |