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Cant See Me, Ridin Down Three,
Candy Paint, Woodgrain T.V's.
Lone Star State, Livin Life Great.
Playas What You Was,
Its A Pit If U Fake.
Bitch Im Screened Up, Bleamed Up, Peoples Seen Us Brand New Beamer.
Like The Dro Up, Pop The Door Up,
Push A Button And The Sun Roof Come Up.
30 Karot Piece Its Lookin Good Right?
Im The Hood Type Finally Got My Cash Right.
Talk Nextel, Big Body Xl,
Chase The Game Up V12, To Vocs Hell(?)
Yeah Im Stuntin On Em,
Glocks I Pump On Em.
Livin Life Like A Ram,
I Can Buck On Em.
Im In Mash Mood,
Get Money Over Load.
Now Im Feelin Im The Black Johnny Brasco.
I Keep The Cash Flow,
Broke In The Past Yo.
You Cant Catch Me With A Mother Fuckin Lasso.
Thats Whats Up, Get Yo Bucks,
We Done Drove Around This Hoe Livin Great Nigga.
Cant See Me, Ridin Down Three,
Candy Paint, Woodgrain T.V's.
Lone Star State, Livin Life Great.
Playas What You Was,
Its A Pit If U Fake. [X2]
We Major Money Makers Get Out The States Gatas.
We Can Flash G's In The Face Of These Fuckin Hatas
Sound Life From The Screens, Plus On The Radio,
Put A Plasma On The Door
Roll By And Shock A Hoe
Nig Paper Gettin Mode,
Voice Activated Doors
Touch Screen Navigation
Tells Us Where The Fuck To Go.
Automatic Starter Soon As U Pump The Breaks.
Me N Tuck Livin Great
Violatin Each State
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Playas That Weigh Ones In Faces
Them Be Da Ones That Hate Us
Big Bucks We Gotta Make,
Tell Em That They Gotta Wait.
Money By The Suit Case
Takin Up Alot Of Space.
Authorized Half The States,
Dealers Gotta Translate.
Grindin At A Fast Paste,
Buildin Up Our Fan Base.
This The Ones That Show Us Love,Give Us Bows, And Hand Shakes.
We Got A Plan To Make, Bank We Gotta Plan To Make.
I Dont Think They See The Rap Game,
We Got A Plan To Take.
Cant See Me, Ridin Down Three,
Candy Paint, Woodgrain T.V's.
Lone Star State, Livin Life Great.
Playas What You Was,
Its A Pit If U Fake.
Hey, Hey, Hey ,Hey
I Can Ball None The Less,
With Best Of Em
24's Nuttin Less, Plus Their Ears Button.
But If Ur Ears Somethin Less,
Then Its 22's
Two Cribs, Two Pools, In The Game Room.
Suv's So Much Room You Could Crip Walk. Back Yard Same Size As A Ball Park.
I Said It Twice T-Town Thats My Record Label.
But John Got A Customize On My Pool Tabel.
We Pulled Up A Half Hours Minus Six Nigga.
Thats 24's For U Motha Fuckin Bitch Niggas.
Im Livin Life Stay Charmed Like A Calion.
But Tuck Got A Roller Coaster In His Own Lawn.
Beain A Dirty South Riders A Good Feelin.
Casue Yella Dons Call Me Baby Like Brian Willams.
Aint No Other Niggas Better Aint No Need For Askin.
And Ill Teach Ya How To Stunt Like Curtis Jackson
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