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(feat. Uchie, Lucky Luchiano, Eternal, I-35 Boyz, Ese-Loc) [Baby Beesh] I super size my fries, fuck bitches two at a time Pistol whipping punk fools when they step out of line Its going down (uh-huh) Yall mutherfuckers should've known Its cyber space pimping, micro chips and capones The static cant 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 [Uchie] 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 nigga get the fuck out I'm a bring it hard to your peeps no doubt With my fourty four, or my mack or my nina Got my pretty bitches chilling up in Pasadena Another one, (whoo) chilling up in D-town SongtexteWhen 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 niggaz tell us where you really wanna meet us We gone take you down, if you like don't believe us For Real! [Chorus x2] [Lucky Luchiano] 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 [Eternal] 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 aint no dummy I'm a get my fucking paper But the cops in little cities boy you 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, fuck a bitch call me Mr. Neva-die You can do what you do but just don't hate on my side [Eddie] My side and your side got some similar shit We got haters, hoes, players, thugs, pimps, is here Dope fiends at gas stations washing windows for dollars Females at young ages acting like they in college Most niggaz since twelve been clocking in Even slung a little dope 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 mutherfucker and we do it for Texas Thats where we from so, thats we repping Spitting lyrics on these beats with a country accsent Brand new ever brought to you by these player hispanics [Chorus x2] [Big Cease] 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 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 shit down that I-35 Kick doors, flip coke, pimp hoes Western park to Keiston Poke We done did that shit before Country boys don't play when it come to our pay Hater-Proof, Oak Cliff Texas boy thats where I stay [Ese-Loc] Flip bows in Ledbetter, couple Ki's in P.G. I got people up in Garland all the way O.C I'm a cow tipper nigga maybe set tripper A country mutherfucker, I'm a methazine sipper T-shirt with my Nike, you aint gotta like me How come when I'm drunk niggaz 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 shitting watching T.V. from the tub You won't catch me ridin on nothing less than dubs Call the jungle, it's a playground to me Representing Dallas for the two thousand three [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania