| 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 |
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