streets And keep your heater, under your seat when you creep [Hook - 4x] And to my G's Don't worry bout a damn thang [Z-Ro] You use to call me G.I.,
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(feat. Z-Ro) Southside, yeah, it's going down Bout to turn it out, H-A dub K Z-Ro The Crooked, it's going down [Chorus] Man hold up it's going down
, dimes to dollars Diamond cuffs on my wrists, ice matching my collar Follow, why a lot of hard heads and G's Screaming S.U.C., all about our currency Southside's
beat My faith in G-O-D, putting the world up under my feet Making imitators duketators, bow down and can't compete From a G to a G, this here's for you
And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast [Outro: Tash] It's like that (Daaam!) It's like this uh, it's like that (Daaam!) It'
twist this' It's all about Tha Liks and 'sheanz, ma saiz', I blow up Katash come to your country and dig your fuckin hoes out [J-Ro] I lay up with two
up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston
big wheels Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!) Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!) [Chorus] [Jay-Z
, Big swangers on my Roder So they talking about my money in the city like promoters [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] I'm done so my criminal record ain't clean
If you wanna hate You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose See nothing but gray smoke
oh boy) [Verse 19: Chamillionaire - imitating Scarface] G's don't die, we ride We ride down the strip and we multiply (ply) Move pies and 05's guys we
with Lil O just did a song with Z-ro Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already know Pokey crawling on fo's and that Thugga still wrecking shows
Studewood, it's all good I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day Haters jealous on the sidelines, running
my hand on my hip and u will dip when I dip, for tryna nip on my chips and getting grip on my grip, there's so much lip on my tip, these chickens sip on my
or coke My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round
