Lyrics:
[Hook:] X 4
We bogus bogus and mafia!
Say what?
[Never]
Stand tall when this shit jump off
Better back back down
Got a wild wolf pack attack
We'll
a child now (look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
F-for County run up in your house
But you don't wanna hear that
County,
they turned me in for the government bounty
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Tennessee owns my soul, that little Georgia gal just wouldn't listen
one-time! Stranded in the County in the worst way
Hell of a way to spend my twenty-first birthday
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
It's for
of the vicinity
Me and KZA on the track, there's no getting rid of me
We the big dogs while you still up in the little leagues
She too bad, I'ma sign her up at Twin
Saved the summer now we out here livin' too paid
Me and 4th Hour we the new wave
New year same bae
(Ay) Bad little shorty with some attitude
(Ay) Buss it
'round here like a Kennedy
Tend to be, movin like a centipede
Y'all muh'fuckers still just Little League
Now I know when the haters get mad, I'm doin my
diamonds all in my chain
I'm definitely ill
Let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey big spender spend a little time with me
blah
Hold up you niggas ain't feeling me (feeling me)
Y am I wasting this energy (energy)
I'm the big bro
You the little league (little league
smoke with me but his gas tank on e
How she shakin' and roll with it in a way i never seen
Hit the push start onna bean
Throwing big fours with my g's
Now
Got in a little trouble at the county seat
Lawd, they put me in the jail house for loafing on the street
When the judge heard the verdict I was
see if you after the show
Because one of us is going big leagues
And the other one is going home, Yeah
Four gigs in the past few weeks
And I think that
down
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
Tsu ladies
She moved out of state, done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but
down
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
TSU ladies
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used
the next victim to take a ride in the black ride
Verse 2
Just another homicide, for that west county times
fools gettin took out the game, with
Trade in the moonlight for a mirror ball spinning
Two dollar High Life's, it's the high life that we're living
Leaving the cornfield for a little
Trade in the moonlight for a mirror ball spinning
Two dollar High Life's, it's the high life that we're living
Leaving the cornfield for a little
girls in a hand-me-down Ford
Just married in that four by four
Made a little love then we made a little more
Nine months later county hospital cut that
Went out last night, take a little round
Met little Sadie and I blowed her down
Then I run right home and went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless
was I thinkin'
What was I thinkin'
By the county line
The cops were nippn' on our heels
Pulled off the road and kicked it in four-wheel
Shut off
Baking soda, and some dope, that's a clean mix
Drop fours in a Sprite, that's a remix
So much work in the trap, not a clean dish
Fuck with me, but to them
But what was I thinkin'
What was I thinkin'
By the county line
The cops were nippn' on our heels
Pulled off the road and kicked it in four
thug shit for that ass (killa)
Geah, that's makin' me want to do some of that evil shit (West Side!)
Check it out
[EIHT]
Feel a little gust of wind
Four counties today, but tomorrow will be three
I'll wake up in the same bed where I'll go to sleep
I'm always on the move, yet I never leave
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