| Lyrics: | [Three Minutes and Fourteen Seconds of an instrumental]
Yo man, a nigga gotta say
SOMETHIN' to this track man,
I hate to interrupt y'all boys freestyle,
But we do it like
this:
First (and only) Verse:
Muthafucka lay back,
In your
cadillac,
Let me jump in your trunk like back to back,
Stay real for life, roll down
South,
Fixin' to wreck shop for the home town crowd,
My alias, be that South Park
Mexican,
Flowin' through your veins like medicine,
You got freestyle? Wanna be
down?
Real ballers, fight for the rebound
G-Town, to muthafuckin' B-Town,
Creep
around, everybody G'd out,
I can't see how, you could take me out,
I'll "PEEYOW" and make
a dog "Meow",
Deep South, my hood got more slack,
Than 88 cowboys ridin' on
horseback,
Top that, ha, the Mexican's all that,
Strike like a snake and attack like a
Bobcat,
Like Capone on the microphone,
You be me and leave that pipe alone
boy.
Huh....
H-Town represent, and we can do it like this...
Or we can do it
like that....
Much love |
