My Side Of Town Slowed And Throwed-Baby Bash
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TXT My Side Of Town Slowed And Throwed-Baby Bash 文本歌词
My Side Of Town Slowed And Throwed - Baby Bash
I super size my fries f**k b**ches two at a time
Pistol whipping punk fools when they step out of line
It's going down uh huh
Yall mutherf**kers should've known
It's cyber space pimping micro chips and capones
The static can't get up on it untamed I'm a gorilla
A grain grippa with the pocket full of killa
Get rid of the evidence they looking for finger prints
Situation getting tense so quick I hop a fence
Mexican acrobatics with oozies and automatics
We don't gotta be grabbing so beware we bringing static
All gas no brake sipping on muddy grape
Baby Bash finna smash in the lone star state
We don't wanna pull it hardcore
Players in the south
We spitting that lyrics staright out of me mouth
And if you not ready n**ga get the f**k out
I'm a bring it hard to your peeps no doubt
With my fourty four or my mack or my nina huh
Got my pretty b**ches chilling up in Pasadena
Another one whoo chilling up in D town
When I first started rapping yeah she help me get around
I keep entertaining while I'm stacking my cheddas
Roll with Baby Beesh DFO and Twin Beradaz uh huh
Let them n**gas tell us where you really wanna meet us
We gone take you down if you like don't believe us
For real
We the boys up on the mic representing where we from
Put your set up in the air
Don't be scared get yo gun
Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around
But we sipping on that syrup
Over on my side of town
We the boys up on the mic representing where we from
Put your set up in the air
Don't be scared get yo gun
Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around
But we sipping on that syrup
Over on my side of town
On my side of town realest hustlers in the country
Making money of these suckers flip eight bows
For at least one twenty
Chop the pounds I get for four
And sell them hoes for sixty five
Wondering why I like the outskirts with a matching missing why
See enternal ain't no dummy I'm a get my f**king paper
But the cops in little cities may they know they gonna hate ya
See a player rollin' twentys and they wanna check your ride
Pull you over for the doja that they think you got inside
Man I'm flipping and dipping
And see these white girls I'm pimping
Got they daddys credit card
So you know that I'm living
Hood rich f**k a b**ch call me Mr Neva die
You can do what you do
But just don't hate on my side
My side and your side got some similar sh*t
We got haters hoes players thugs pimps is here
d**e fiends at gas stations washing windows for dollars
Females at young ages acting like they in college
Most n**gas since twelve been clocking in
Even slung a little d**e supposed cost for ends
Thats the live of my side the streets of Oak Cliff
Spending most of my time high with my whole click
Hater Proof mutherf**ker and we do it for Texas
Thats where we from so thats what we repping
Spitting lyrics on these beats with a country accsent
Brand new ever brought to you by these player hispanics
We the boys up on the mic representing where we from
Put your set up in the air
Don't be scared get yo gun
Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around
But we sipping on that syrup
Over on my side of town
We the boys up on the mic representing where we from
Put your set up in the air
Don't be scared get yo gun
Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around
But we sipping on that syrup
Over on my side of town
I'm a young mex more juice than Jumex
Represent for the best as that Oak Cliff Tex
Where chickens lay eggs we flip them to make ends meat
To put the pancakes on the plate
Off a exchange brief case and we gone like hoffa
Disrespect you get split I put rush in the choppa brrrrrp
Black dress tears runnin' down your T jones eyes
Thats why we run this sh*t down that I 35
Kick doors flip coke pimp hoes Western park to Keiston Poke
We done did that sh*t before
Country boys don't play when it come to our pay
Hater proof Oak Cliff Texas boy thats where I stay
Flip bows in Ledbetter couple Ki's in PG
I got people up in Garland all the way to OC
I'm a cow tipper n**ga maybe set tripper
A country mutherf**ker I'm a methazine sipper
T shirt with my Nike you ain't gotta like me
How come when I'm drunk n**gas always wanna a fight me
Kick doors and kidknapps is all a gangsta know
We 'bout dirty money and we like our music slow
On the phone while I'm sh*tting watching TV from the tub
You won't catch me ridin' on nothing less than dubs
Call little jungle it's a playground to me
Representing Dallas for the two thousand three
We the boys up on the mic representing where we from
Put your set up in the air
Don't be scared get yo gun
Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around
But we sipping on that syrup
Over on my side of town
We the boys up on the mic representing where we from
Put your set up in the air
Don't be scared get yo gun
Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around
But we sipping on that syrup
Over on my side of town town town town
