Lyrics:
from nowhere
Yeah, you gotta think about what do a Gary nigga sound like
You ain't ever heard it
So it's like you know, I kinda created that sound
That
You ever seen a shark on the mothafuckin seashore
Sideline ballin so anxious I got my cleats on
Really played the game still talk about it like I
you gonna be like
What you gonna see? Light
Step out the darkness move your feet
Roll on my ones or a few man deep
Not about rest cos we levelling up
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire
rub, massage you relax
Baby its like P-o-P-I-m-p, olgy
But obviously, Joe don't want to be a player no mo'
So what I really want to know is
Can I
I put pain in this pad, the only way I stay sane is by making these raps
Give a fuck about a chain, I get paid and that's facts
Don't be tryna show
the country grammar, like I love a yellow hammer
Slowed up when I mix red drink, in a strawberry Fanta
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
and them girls with them golds in they mouth
The boys with them P's and O's in they house
It's all about the trill, bitch you ain't what this about, about
Look
I’m balls out, bars out of control
You get writer’s block
I write about the blocks that I know
Hit the stage and rip a mic, like wherever I go
now what you gon' do?
Is you gon' blast me and blast Kurupt too?
Are you just gon' hold it and act like a bitch, where's he at?
'Cause I got me a gat
fragile let's go
Glock tear a hole in you just like a Bengal
The game I put down is thick like a southern gal
Don't California my Texas if you moving here
What's up this whole thangs about up
Double A
Man I'm talk'n 'bout
Amp Adams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your man Double A
What up
One mo' time
Get
when I (w-work the bitch)
Uh, a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard, what
You could be up in the club
You talkin' about you got a big booty, let
n**** no hoe in me
I been sipping on O-E-C
I hit that like O-D-B
I been down with O-P-P
Is you down with O-P-P?
I been high off life this ain't prescribed
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
So tell me what's happening, baby girl, about that X So our lights, camera, flash, and while I
P-p-pipping that pen, got them eyes tied up Coupe
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
me man what am I missing
When will you see my acquired drip
pushing whips you broke niggas can't dream about
Quit leaving out, the worst part of my
never know what is a hit
It’s like an outfit, find which one will fit
Then it’s like an unanswered text, take a hint
But first from the paradise, I find
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I
feel it in the mmm in the trunk.
Your body wit ya' gang, decide your rep and throw it up, what you tryin' to drank?
'Cuz I'm about to get ya' drunk,
.jpg/233px-Gary_P._Nunn_2016_(cropped).jpg "Gary P. Nunn")
Discuss these what i like about texas by gary p nunn Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In