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J.A.A
Real is da real, too real to raw
Monster
DNA
Southside's a
Icee, Icee, Icee
Icee, wa-wa-wa, Icee, wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Baby, you know
I-I-Icee, Icee, wa-wa-wa, Icee, wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Baby, you know
Draped up, dripped out, tripped out, you tossed out
Flash of the muzzle, make him pass out
For sure, no doubt, don't risk it in that Lone Star State
Might lose your life, come around here
Ain't no fake white, black, Mexican
Say we can't, bitch, I bet we can
And you can't come straight, flash in
Gotta run and switch in lanes and lacks
We don't pop trunks for beef
Cause we stay up front, don't diss the brand
Can't decode the paint, wide frame, swing wide enough
Stay Icee, paul wall, Icee
Grilling haters with a flash
Slim in the cut, trunk wave like a splash
Keke with the keys, unlocking Southside doors
Camill in their mind, switching lanes, metaphors
Manali in the mirror, cam the man in the yard
De baby count green, OT, open up the store
Pokey poking out, corners bending like verbs
Screw in my veins, every beat getting swerved
R&B, Foe mob, mobbing
Bitch, I'm from Texas
Word to the curb, better duck, better swerve
Cause we pop shots, we just don't hit birds
Scarface vision, every sentence superb
Pockets blow
Big Mo in my cup, syrup stains on my soul
Lil Flip, 50, 50 on star
Color changing, clicking, screwed up
Click what I grew up on
Bun b with the lessons, stacking wisdom and gold
H-Town, the cold, never told, never fold up
Bodies get cold
Houston in my blood, every bar getting sold
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Baby, you know
Wide frame flex, I'm stretching out the slab
Dripped out, draped up, peace, dancing on the cab
OT got the city de, baby in the lab
Can a man with the plan, Manali, I'll never drab
Trey speaking truth on the proof in the booth
Pokey slap, poking, that's the root of my youth
Get up, boys, my state's never playing it cute
DJ, screw in the mix, let the record reboot
Chrome on the piece, piece when I roll
Mike Jones on the line, numbers never get old
Ke, ke, swinging wide, legends never control
New wave, oh, so H-Town on patrol
Gator toes, gucci flow, she on tippy toes
Little tippy doe, while I hit, I back up off a doe
Wrist froze, please, no photos
Everything cost of this Glock, might unload
Reloading, hit explode like I do with Mike
Candy paint metaphors, I'm the poet on the lot
Tipping on the future, every legend in the plot
Triple speed flexing, still draped, still hot
Screws in my chest, every bar hit the spot
Ice, ice, paul wall, paul wall, paul wall, baby, you
Ice, ice, ice, paul wall, paul wall, paul wall, baby, you know
Go, go
Go, go