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