Subliminal, know I'm talkin' bout
It's goin' down
Sweet Jones,
look better than you played long time bout
Hold up, my car candy coated
Never voted,
after age 17 took the game I was quoted
Got a whole foreign street in my flyin' spurs
My neck frozen fire,
worked my coat and shoes make fur
Y'all niggas ain't no pit bulls,
you're curved-eyed
I'm Sweet Jones,
bitch,
and you ain't what this * about
About his Pimpsy and the Princess of the South
Chunkin' it up for that Texas,
lettin' them see them blades chop,
chop
I got a dude, he's a flyer, Sunim Street
Down on the corner, got the block from the heat
Lookin' for a girl that don't run her mouth
She aint in a hole all over town
He can call me baby, he can call me hero
But he call me dope girl,
cause I got that ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo
They have a big store runnin' when they hear a dope girl comin' in
They can't control it,
control it,
control it I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
Why you askin', who I be?
That dope girl, that's why they on me
Got these speeds,
yeah,
they runnin',
runnin',
runnin' I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
Why you askin', who I be?
That dope girl,
like what things see I got that ice cream,
that's what they say Got the boys runnin'
till they all fall in Drive them wild,
make them crazy Got them sprung,
want me to be their baby Yeah,
I keep them satisfied That's the sweetest part,
I'm checkin',
yeah,
he's on a ride
He got a big store runnin' when they hear a dope girl comin' in
They can't control it,
control it,
control it I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
Why you askin', who I be?
That dope girl, that's why they on me
Got these speeds,
yeah,
they runnin',
runnin',
runnin'
I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it Why you askin',
who I be?
That dope girl, that's why they on me
Only one song,
oh,
what I be servin' Keep comin' back,
that's my vodka sauce
I make my records for them boys with the goals in their
minds The girls on parole with them O's in their highs
The niggas with the heart in the glass of glass and
sauce Spent my last 15 years representin' for the South
I'm an OG rock baller,
20 chops crawler Young girl bout to choose a pick,
man,
ain't no need to stall her
I risked it all on I-10,
put my life on the line Now young pimp is blowin',
platin' with Miss Brooke Valentine
I know what you think is wrong from me
I know what you think is thinkin' of me
You already know who I be I'm like broken,
y'all like dope,
baby
No,
they can't control the trouble,
trouble Got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
Why you askin', who I be?
That dope girl, that's why they on me
Got these speeds,
yeah,
they runnin',
runnin',
runnin' I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
Why you askin', who I be?
That dope girl, that's why they on me
I'm talkin' about that South