Lyrics:
a classic humming then my newborn son age
My 9 got bullets with them and works like a gun range
A nigga faded right now I can't focus on shit
This little
got my skills
I can show you a magic trick
Just like David Copperfield
Hundred bows from Oklahoma
Every bag came vacuum sealed
A thousand percs from out
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
a couple crazy horses out the stable
Smoked weed like it was just invented
My mind raced like my car and it was just as dented
Always with the Pirates
Oklahoma, Arizona, to the ocean California
Gulf of Texas to Montana and then back down Louisiana
Florida to Carolinas all the yellow stripes behind
that classic r&b
Favorite group on the radio hands up live at the show
Tell the DJ this ya song replay it all night long
Don't be afraid to move come
of what you ain't
Well packaged to distribute to the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic
I've got evidence
Uh, mh, k'yeah
R.I.P. to B.I.G
Classic shit
I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies
A hand full of Weezy's, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I
I'd download a car
I'd download a boat
I'll download anything
Cuz man i'm broke
I'd download a mouse
I'd download a house
I'd download a chair
the aftermath when the towers came down as a result of the terrorist attacks.
The Oklahoma City bombing was a very sad tragedy where many died at the hands
Small clubbing
Chest toughens
As the gas be puffin
And the cars not running
No stuntin'
Just chilling bluffing
Rhyming to percussions
Building weapons in
a classic
Coming straight from Dre and Snoop
If you want us please jump inside the group
Because you don't deserve it if you don't not
This is straight hip
Well, I was driving down the road Flippin' off Ford Explorers
Thought it was the po-po, so I had to go slower
Coming home from a show in Oklahoma
I
lessening as well
They began to multiply in number we
Started to worry about our status in
Society whether people liked us
Or how we fit into the group
We
just can't get that, nowhere but this
Ya know what I'm sayin', this is classic shit
C'mon
Groove to the bass line, slap that snare drum
It's music
Westy Square
South One, Yellow Stone, 34th Ward
We be swanging lane to lane, in the foreign cars
Ask them niggaz what they know, about them Texas boys
and bustin somethin that'll be
Fuckin ya hide up
My drop be dyed up the same color as Hoovers
With a group or a couple of cars
Behind me we guerilla's packin
and bustin somethin that'll be
Fuckin ya hide up
My drop be dyed up the same color as Hoovers
With a group or a couple of cars
Behind me we guerilla's packin
Ward
We be swanging lane to lane, in the foreign cars
Ask them niggaz what they know, about them Texas boys
Southwest, Hiram-Clarke and that South
Peter Andre and Michael Ball were on but I don’t know what they were discussing
I checked my phone and the lads were lively the group chat was buzzing
Big
Yeah
This is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em back
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah
Westy Square
South One, Yellow Stone, 34th Ward
We be swanging lane to lane, in the foreign cars
Ask them niggaz what they know, about them Texas boys
Ward
We be swanging lane to lane, in the foreign cars
Ask them niggaz what they know, about them Texas boys
Southwest, Hiram-Clarke and that South
and revitalize our rhyming
'Til the group of the moneymakers systems
Knows that the industry can eventually get served
Breakers of my verses spinning up
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