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Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis
With the hot spots on your black and red faces
Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall
Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall
Yeah, I come around your block, turning heads and riding slow
With a pocket full of money, but I got to get more
Standing grand, my body the same
Yeah, I swoop from lane to lane
To be train without a bang, like a piece without a chain
Jack me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me
Sisters want to be a ball, I got the real one to watch me
Don't hate, just wait for me to skate down your street
For all guys smoking sweet, for bitter and Franklin's on my feet
For all fade, hit a vachette, never F-rolls and braid
Be second to can of Ray, 'cause all roaches getting sprayed
Not capping, just real and still making player choices
So to get short with the horses, hear my name in different voices
Juiced up and toe-lined on my flip, making my rhymes
Smellin' like a wine, drippin', feelin' a pinch of time
Makin' way, how I play, leanin' hard, don't let you doze
Popped up, huddlin', bold and matchin' flows (let's see)
Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis
With the hot spots on your black and red faces
Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall
Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall
Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis
With the hot spots on your black and red faces
Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall
Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall
I'm still sittin' frenzied with all my frenzied
Watch a hot wild Y2K that's convincing
Still driving reckless, drink bubble like Lexi
Puppet can't fall, likes to play save the texas
Watch out, grip rain, crab in, red stain, I'ma leave it in the rain
Popped truck and they goin' same, what's up to the chain?
And I'ma play a little play and blindin'
Halls from a distance, piece of chain, we'll beget
T-shirt and diggers I clean, black ass on chest, wrist and finger (fingers)
Down in the China, throw ya, for Cadillac, Benz's and Beamer (beamers)
See we be flossin' in Texas, with DVDs in the list
Droppers on choppers with records and blinded boys with our necklaces
With AC bangin' for fame, we terrorizin' the block
Jim and LeWayne, grippin' the rain, pullin' up at the spot
You know we got the show right, it's as you see it in the dope
That boy G-R-A-C-E gon' let the whole world know
Down south, we swangin' and bangin', plus we be bouncin' and turnin'
Remote controls make you roll, and all our switches be burnin'
Them white cubs be mad at King, sure, probably soldiers
They made it, grace in their face, and they hate it
Can't help but congratulate it, it's our turn
So let it burn, spark it up like some churn
We knockin' pictures off the wall, make them listen and learn
Turnin' head, blue, black, or red, as we be down your block
Swangin' thangs and grippin' grains, rollin' 20s to chop (blow)
Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis
With the hot spots on your black and red faces
Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall
Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall
Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis
With the hot spots on your black and red faces
Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall
Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall (wall)