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This for the three, this for the house This for the crib, this for the South This for the porch, this for the Sip' This for them summers, this for the country This for the coast, this for them buses This for them players doing the most This for the three, this for the house This for the crib, this for the South This for the porch, this for the Sip' This for them summers, this for the country This for the coast, this for them buses This for them players doing the most I swang and I swerve Nigga like, "Who need a curve?" Old school sittin' on high Nigga like, "Who need some herb?" Watch for the birds, watch for them laws Nigga they dirty as dirt Trying to rough a nigga up, cuff a nigga up Bust a nigga up, claim he got the work Just because we flying flossed out Never been a worker, always bossed out When you come from the mud, you get it out the mud Now look at what the mud cost now Creepin' on A street, Cali Park SongtexteKnockin' these doors down after dark Searching for a cornbread, collard green Eating thorough bread, thick from the start Got it from my mama mama, but told her two for the drama But go to college for a education They ain't fucking with you with no commas Goin' places in the south, buy land, own a house Redline representer, Juneteenth turn ya' out This for the three, this for the house This for the crib, this for the South This for the porch, this for the Sip' This for them summers, this for the country This for the coast, this for them buses This for them players doing the most This for the three, this for the house This for the crib, this for the South This for the porch, this for the Sip' This for them summers, this for the country This for the coast, this for them buses This for them players doing the most What you knew 'bout that grill that chill That top and bottom, that's invisible set Even granny had gold for real Even granny had gold around her neck Gotta let your light shine Soon as they start hating at the right time I went from 300 coming out hard, now I'm worldwide Ask that, I was king way before rap Came out the womb like fuck all the rules If there was a bar then pass that straight where the cash at Country boy tippy-toeing (Uh) 25 on the dresser (Yes sir) Did for the time, I freeze Now batter that rustle, killing the pressure Feeling no effort, feel like a wrestler Put on for the Sip', watch me out-rep ya Moon-walkin', two-steppin', laying back no stretcher Going places in the side, by land on the highs Redline representer, queen city turn ya' out This for the three, this for the highs This for the crib, this for the South This for the porch, this for the Sip' This for them summers, this for the country This for the coast, this for them buses This for them players doing the most This for the three, this for the highs This for the crib, this for the South This for the porch, this for the Sip' This for them summers, this for the country This for the coast, this for them buses This for them players doing the most Aus Songtexte Mania