Lyrics:
hear that joint let me get it
Got a joint better hit it, you better quit
Words from my mouth razors
Scarring your face, with deep south boom bap by DJ
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
hatin' nigga don't now
Spread love, spread love, spread love
We gon' try to spread some love, ain't nobody got to know
Buyin' water by the jug, I'm
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
thunder, Thundercats
Murder cats, rap like anthrax
Me and South is here nigga stand on back
[Southstar]
Don't you like how we flip our style
Doing it for
Surrounded by bootycalls, she tired o' waitin'
She tryna pull up from the South to the bando to see how I'm livin'
But I got a duty call, my fans they been
Thundercats
Murder cats, rap like anthrax
Me and South is here nigga stand on back
[Southstar]
Don't you like how we flip our style
Doing it for the dirty
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
guy
This guy don't play this guy
because this guy got the record before that guy
DJ, This is bigger than DJ That - and all that bullshit
Niggaz -
no players out there
[DJ Quik]
Heh, what the hell are y'all hatin for? (Hmm?)
Can't a young player make money any more? (Hmm?)
Without havin to be
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
Top Quality Productions! Unk Camp! Dj Unk!
Tell Um How To Do It Shawty!
[Unk:]
Catch Da Beat Like Me. Bounce Ya Body Like Dis.
You Can Do It By
The money that's comin to feel like I won the Lotto
Now I'm about to put the slay on auto
Swoop down on the DJ's, Tell 'em all to quit the replays
Make 'em
give a penny
I'm out there havin plenny
I'm slangin' shit like Lenny
From Good Times to South Park
You can die like Kenny
So try to get some money
the jealousy need to quit and the hatin should stop
'Cause the third coast ain't never gonna flop, I think not partner
I'm the main event, whoa
I'm the main
give a penny
I'm out there havin plenny
I'm slangin' shit like Lenny
From Good Times to South Park
You can die like Kenny
So try to get some money
y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon'
she gone run her mouth
Can't leave the crib without a strap
When you raised up in the south
I was raised up by an OG nigga
Always got it out
Now they
productions! unk camp! dj unk!
tell um how to do it shawty!
[DJ UNK]
Catch da beat like me. Bounce ya body like dis. You can do it by ya'self. Go on and bounce
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
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