Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a muthafuckin soldier Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4 Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a hoe Letting niggas know, evryday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, then im flyin by Til I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory If I do a murder, flee the murder scene No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Soufwest to Soufeast, bitch it's about war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate A nigga like me, can't wait Just to make it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way When I come around your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo It's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it, in the old school Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet niggas and wet women With the calico, I had to let a mutharfucka know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong I flex byceps, then I swoll on Get on, the muthafuckin bench And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence They wonder where I went, they keep looking I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and load a, nigga ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day You can open up the top, and let the smoke come out We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, crooked officer Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my muthafuckin brotha R.I.P., to my muthafuckin mutha That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my muthafuckin shoe I gotta be a man, hope you understand There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend A real live B-Boy, and you know what I mean I be stacking up chips, like Lego Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Kato Houston to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my muthafuckin Benz-e Got these hoes running round, in a frendz-e I be busting full clips, till they empty A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me Rain is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary The main reason why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4's gon swang Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look good I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, motherfucking tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule
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