Cock cock, kids smoke that 84's poked out
Young black leanin' with the Gucci say it's low-dye
Drop top,
Vogue's on,
European grill Swing right,
break em at the light
We're climbin' fifth wheels Farters fartin' like Alicia Keys
Pick it up like pieces On those school Chevrolets
I'm ballas and caprices I can't forget the lacks
With the wooden leather steering wheel
Handed brain frame drippin' stains
Off sedan DeVille's I'm in my candy world
Ridin' in my candy girl Highlight J. Woo
Let him hit me with a candy pearl Tippin' on them thangs
With the buckles on the trunk Bumpin' old school years
G.O.S.
in the front Swangin' and bangin'
Breakin' out the intersection crossin'
Showin' the whole world how we flow Swangin' and bangin'
Breakin' out the intersection crossin'
Showin' the whole world how we flow Swangin' and bangin' Breakin'
out the intersection crossin' Showin' the whole world how we flow
Everybody claim they snabbas the best Pull up beside me,
put the snab to the test If nothin' less,
I'm fresh
And my slab so clean Smell like a pine,
now that means hope
Stay fly than a motherfucker On that
trow I stay high than a motherfucker
And my slab crooked on cloud nine
Till my frame touch dine on that I-45
G-G-G-G-I-R-I One hand on my wood,
top down Gettin' brain like a real nigga should
As I flip through the hood I let the bopper see my foes twist
Lift up the doors on them hoes so,
so sick No *,
I'm cleanin' in the White House
Beat down your block like thunder and cut your lights
off I might stow from my wrist to my mouth To show these
boys how we hold down south I'm talkin' bout drill,
drill to the ring The piece to the chain The crib,
crib to the car The wheels,
the wheels paint,
paint,
yeah
Everybody claim they snabbas the best Pull up beside me,
put the snab to the test If nothin' less,
I'm fresh And my slab so clean Smell like a pine,
now that means hope I'm real as in the trunk,
beam not to ask Get it,
pay,
frame,
swing,
dine on glass I'm fresh And my slab so clean Smell like a pine,
now that means hope
I'm real as in the trunk,
beam not to ask Get it,
pay,
frame,
swing,
dine on glass
I do it for the whole hood,
cuz comin' down on that candy been so,
so good
I got my pistol tucked up under my seat
Those real G's don't ride threes unless they
holdin' the heat Lil Reggie rollin' the sweet
We tippin' swings through the city
Diamonds shinin' and tops reclinin'
Candy paint lookin' pretty That's how we doin' the south
I know you boys can't understand how I chop
the block The bops come out the spot and wait
to end Man with the killer paint,
man with the killer
flow Man with this killer drop Cadillac on the
mated phone Every man will keep hatin' on you
You makin' my shine brighter The
homie still downloadin' my * off of
limewire With glass and them bow ties
I'm coastin' the interstate No frontin',
just smilin' by all this paper I'm finna make,
yeah
Everybody claim they slab is the best Pull up beside me,
snap,
snap to the test
If nothin' less, it's fresh And my slab so clean
Smell like a pine,
now that means hope I'm real as in the trunk,
beam not to ask
You better look out for that Survey Collect DVD comin' out this May,
man
I see you actin' a fool, DJ Dice
Boss, how about a load of food?
We up in this motherfucker,
man We ain't goin' nowhere
We run them motherfuckin' streets,
nigga Remember that *
Make sure you pick up Slim Thug or Boss of All Bosses this summer
These boys in blue make the rules in the streets