| Yes indeed, | |
| H-Town, it go down | |
| Lil' Flex, | |
| Z-Ro, Big | |
| Mello Know what | |
| I'm saying, you boys can't stop us man | |
| Unstopable, feel me, yeah | |
| They got to feel us till they kill us, this for the radio [Lil' Flex] | |
| Ain't nothing but a g thang baby | |
| Turnel sets dried yellow bones crazy | |
| Can't fade me, died lately | |
| Pulling out the escallade or a mercedes | |
| Trunk popper, show stopper, drank sipper | |
| Rule number one is to never tip a stripper | |
| And I know a lot of y'all want to wish me trouble | |
| Went from swanging hoo-doos to a bentley bubble | |
| Image is everything, diamonds in every ring | |
| Piece and chains that hang down low to my dang-a-lang | |
| Stop that, cop that, | |
| I'm a baller baby | |
| Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby | |
| I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them | |
| Next year | |
| I'm about to drop 22's on them | |
| From the Mo to the | |
| Fo, back to airport landing | |
| Diamonds speak for theyself, | |
| Flex so outstanding [Chorus] | |
| Still standing, and you know we represent the south | |
| And ya know ya know we represent the south | |
| Still standing, we in the door and these haters can't keep us out [Big Mello] | |
| I represent that | |
| S-O-U-T-H to the | |
| S-I-D-E Drop screens you can see me completely | |
| Off the heezy, fa sheezy | |
| I'm breezy | |
| Cause my diamonds they be known to blind hoes like | |
| Stevie Believe me, outstanding with my family | |
| From me and | |
| Z-Ro and Lil' | |
| Flex at the grammy | |
| Boss player from | |
| Texas, you could tell by the necklace | |
| We gone break these hoes on four's now we frozen the | |
| Lexus My protected, move around, get around | |
| Come through show some round when we hit your town | |
| It go down, whoa now, school slow down | |
| Watch these fours roll down crawl down your block | |
| Top drop, trunk knock, glock cocked | |
| And these shops gone bop, it don't stop | |
| Won't stop, how it go down | |
| Harm clock, | |
| Mo City, south west still shine, wooo [Chorus] [Z-Ro] | |
| Screwed up representer these fellas don't want none | |
| From the land of the trunk poppers where ballers blow tons | |
| We stacking funds, and living our life out on the run | |
| In search of a platinum plack trying to get stacks it just begun | |
| If you talking down move around we ain't having that | |
| East and West took it before but see we came to grab it back | |
| Can't see us like cataracts, off in our natural habitat | |
| That's the studio and bro you know ain't no more selling crack | |
| Ain't nothing but rocking trash talking on down to the ain't that | |
| Cause I'm a veteran to this here ever since the days of the | |
| Wave Band | |
| When I was knee high to a grass hopper but now we roll on chppers | |
| Me and Gene hovering over the ground in candy helicopters | |
| Now we platinum status without driving a dodge stratus | |
| Keeping it gangsta energy instinct with a heater to protect us | |
| Man it's third coast, to me our music mean the most | |
| Big Mello and | |
| Lil' Flex and | |
| Z-Ro the crooked as your folks and we [Chorus x2] |
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