Lyrics
Ha, them boys don't think we can freestyle up here huh?
Put it in they face, and make them feel something
These niggaz don't think these Dallas boys got something
Um-huh, just don't know(know)...Tell 'em
It's me that's creepin up yo' block without no tops, spark and glistenin
With the number one niggaz, our side is D-Town is bringin these hits wit him
Hmm, and is keepin a sliff wit him
plus a 5th in him, wit some creased up denim
You could catch me limpin, right cup sippin, well then I'm sho' nuff pimpin, playa
Well I thought ya knew the truth when we drop Mr. Pook' up on you boyz, playa
Haters claim the fool, so we let loose, Mr. Luc' wit ghetto noise, say what?
Need to watch that
cuz ain't nothin but platinum plaques comin up out Kevin A. cat
I guarantee's that, and ya best believe that
Hold on dawg where my sweet at?(Sew it up mayne)
Nigga pass the flame so I can heat that(Nigga gon' ahead shit)
Let me gon' fire up this doskey-do', oh, Kevin A. brang the beat back
Ain't no stoppin this, soon as I'm done droppin this
man Ed and Kap down at the barn is gon' be choppin it(Ch-ch-ch)
wit screw versions cross the top and this
And a monopoly in the industry, is what this shits gon' occur to me
for, all of these niggaz who ain't heard of me, or my thirty-thirty G's
Better peep the crook, chain and the piece(Chime! Bling!)
we some warriors from the North the D
Doin it how it's supposed to be wit the crooked azz niggaz that's close to me
Mr. Lucci be comin up the block, on slabs
Breakin bitches off and it don't stop, no doubt
Wettin up yo' spot and leavin it hot on swoll, nigga
How the hell you feel, we pimpin hoes in tight clothes
Well I'm thankin bout bigger thangs(What?)
Bigger chain dawg bigger rings
Pimp wit a bigger grain
off a side of a bigger frame down a bigger lane
I'm a bigger mayne, nigga wit a bigger name
spittin bigger game
(What you is?)True pimp wit a bigger caine as I step through wit a bigger swang
I smoke bigger mo's, wit bigger pro's, and bigger hoes