9-7
Ski-ra-klik
South-sid-f-a-nil
Fallin' in the mix
Pippin' Fizz
I'm all soft, all of y'all
All J-Skru
Got a L-K-E
Know what I'm sayin' cause uh
Hershwood if ya hoes have no
Kiki's on the rack and I'm next to Flo
I'm still draped up in drip
Di-Rick Clown at the top
Straight up
I'm the Edgetown and the phone don't stop
Watch the drunk just pop and the front end hop
I'ma swing on these boppers I'ma climb these cops
Candy red out the shop I'm leavin' paint on the streets
Sippin' syrup,
slaggin' birds,
smokin' in those suites
Outta state only Plexus cause the plates say Texas
TV screen,
young and the wrestlers in my GS Lexus
From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley
Houston all the way to Cali,
gotta forfeit a ratty
Remember that bitch Sally,
they didn't like her walk But she still
gon' get * by Kiki in the house
Fat Panty Mike D,
what about Pogan the Skru We gon' bring her
to the South and let the clique run through
It's real easy to see that ain't no
fuckin' with me I pimp the pen once again,
this is Lil' Kiki
Know what I'm sayin' South-side Still draped up in drip,
top,
pimped the pen,
know what I'm sayin'
Puttin' the dime representation to the fullest,
know what I'm sayin'
As I am, gon' let them boys know again
It's time to lay around,
like cards on the table Big crib watchin',
can't be a gal lickin' my name
Who's the man and who's the G?
L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E
That's me,
heart of a hustler,
mind of a G Pog as niggas,
can't * with me
Gimme cocaine and a beer,
regular head Pimp starts low,
this hoe's a J
Bring a nigga naked,
bitch,
no respect Black blue pen right down the face
Got off the drain,
got a bag of that English,
I ain't thinkin' they want me,
tryna get a guy like that
I'ma have to kill,
when I come down,
chromic blades and wood wheels
Pop another pill,
that fool better chill Southside Houston,
Texas,
won't you tell me how you feel
Make another meal,
while I pack my steel Breakin' boys off with my freestyle drills
Hidin' in a hill,
land of the trio Pimpin' pens,
hittin' skins,
showin' them the skills
All the time,
hittin' pens with a wild ass stiffness I already know what it is,
I'm on the woods,
and they write it on their own Straight,
all good,
done the deal,
trick
Verse three of the flow,
if your hoes didn't know Then they're not the bad dogs,
cause I gots to go One more time,
I'ma flow,
I'm a freestyle pro
Walkin' inside the club,
and dismantlin' the show
Houston,
Texas is the home of the players and pimps
Sight you down with a limp,
across the sky in a blimp
I punch in clocks, don't like dumb jocks
I'm a player, I'm a bowler, baguettes and rocks
Word's straight,
I entertain her in the eye of the public
Niggas love it,
try to dub it,
cause I stick to the subject
Again and again, nothing less than a win
You're for or you're friend,
I'ma keep pimpin' pens,
pimpin' skins
And smoke a sweet for a second,
9-7 showin' up,
two-timing on records
Steady stackin' them dollars,
gassin' up my empire Lord knows a young G don't wanna get swatted
So I'm tryin' to succeed on things
a nigga need The devil's beneath me,
the God ain't gon' stop with me
It's served like Hennessy,
blowin' up independently I done screwed up the industry,
now these majors be hatin' me
Niggas be hatin' me,
because of my paper G It's all about the real pep,
but still ain't no fakin' me
Toppin' boards up,
cause you know that I'm able L.I.A.
on pimps, the pens, I be pimpin' some tables