[HOOK x8]
Pop in ya grey cassette,
turn up yo f***** deck,
lend me yo ear because the southside finna' wreck
[Trae]
Pop in ya grey cassette, turn up yo f***** deck, lend me yo ear cause Trae the Truth is on the way to wreck
What you know about that? If you don't know much I gaurentee you you finna' know about [??]
You see me pullin up with a video s***, head down, with a swag that'll f*** up the whole [check?]
I'm back again, fresh outta beatin' the dude up, too many wanna-be gangstas f***** my mood up,
I'm runnin with a click that's red, black, or blued up, if it's goin down, I bet you'll get screwed up,
You're too dead to the king of the streets, look homie, slow it down I ain't really tryin to move fast,
I'm so old school, got me lookin like an OG, everybody lookin at me like they never seen glass.
I'm the leader of the A.B.N representas, [........ in a]
Better get up out the game if you a beginna, somebody finna' get brawled to fightin,
first b**** cost nothin to murder [to pulla ]
I'm all up in it like a pimp finna' to get back,
trunk up by the fifthless, sit back, leave it to the hood like I'm goin off a six pack,
[playa told got?] [am an agent?], tell them n***** bout my fam that hate ya, tryin to hate
will you see this b**** with the classic s***, the trunk beatin like ya masturbatin
I got the cooler n***** mad, telln' the mic, finna' to pass and play them,
they aint know, but they as[...???...]
so tell them go and give it up, I ain't finna' pass the mic for s***,
shame [.....???....]
[HOOK x4]
[Bun B]
It's Bun B, the trill G, down south we still be
bangin Robert Davis on the record la[ble] you feel me?
I pop my trunk, then pop it in,
my top, I drop it in,
Ima sit sideways, then ride my blaze that's choppin when
I pull up in yo hood, I'll roll up on yo set,
you know my doors is b***erfly, my candy paint, it's wet
My leather seats are [???cha] and it's for my lady,
she's sittin chromy on the grill so everything is gravy,
P.A.T, I'm reppin in air, jordans, I'm steppin for warfare,
been preppin' so know that I gots my weapon,
I'm ready for regulatin, steady, you boy's been hatin,
It's our time to shine, we on the grind and we been waitin
to do this for the pimp, and the rest of the fallen,
so just we gon' hold you down, whether we ballin,
O.E pour pimpin, there's never no sippin,
if you reppin' southside then there will be no trippin
when ya..
[HOOK x4]
[Lil Keke]
Pop in ya grey cassette, S.U.C, the only real,
underground street legend, never seen a royalty check.
fo 15's, liquid screens, bangin out my music deck,
tilt the grain, change the lane, homie I ain't finished yet.
Houston, Texas, barrin' on, shinin like the mornin sun,
f*** these n***** talkin bout? It's Trae the truth and Kee' the don',
automatic guns, let them see me all fully,
I get cha good, and keep ya hood, just ride and listen to me.
Representin' south side, tell em keep they mouth quiet,
leather is cassette grey, navy on the outside.
Losers out here never win, tell me who they better than?
Slidin' up the slab, got a screw tape, n****, pop it in.
Hundred comin through this way, hustla town, USA,
southpark, sunnyside, southwest all day.
do all that last year, f*** anotha bad year,
my whole swag full grown, lend me yo strong ear.
[HOOK x8]
Pop in ya grey cassette,
turn up yo f***** deck,
lend me yo ear because the southside finna' wreck
[Trae]
Pop in ya grey cassette, turn up yo f***** deck, lend me yo ear cause Trae the Truth is on the way to wreck
What you know about that? If you don't know much I gaurentee you you finna' know about [??]
You see me pullin up with a video s***, head down, with a swag that'll f*** up the whole [check?]
I'm back again, fresh outta beatin' the dude up, too many wanna-be gangstas f***** my mood up,
I'm runnin with a click that's red, black, or blued up, if it's goin down, I bet you'll get screwed up,
You're too dead to the king of the streets, look homie, slow it down I ain't really tryin to move fast,
I'm so old school, got me lookin like an OG, everybody lookin at me like they never seen glass.
I'm the leader of the A.B.N representas, [........ in a]
Better get up out the game if you a beginna, somebody finna' get brawled to fightin,
first b**** cost nothin to murder [to pulla ]
I'm all up in it like a pimp finna' to get back,
trunk up by the fifthless, sit back, leave it to the hood like I'm goin off a six pack,
[playa told got?] [am an agent?], tell them n***** bout my fam that hate ya, tryin to hate
will you see this b**** with the classic s***, the trunk beatin like ya masturbatin
I got the cooler n***** mad, telln' the mic, finna' to pass and play them,
they aint know, but they as[...???...]
so tell them go and give it up, I ain't finna' pass the mic for s***,
shame [.....???....]
[HOOK x4]
[Bun B]
It's Bun B, the trill G, down south we still be
bangin Robert Davis on the record la[ble] you feel me?
I pop my trunk, then pop it in,
my top, I drop it in,
Ima sit sideways, then ride my blaze that's choppin when
I pull up in yo hood, I'll roll up on yo set,
you know my doors is b***erfly, my candy paint, it's wet
My leather seats are [???cha] and it's for my lady,
she's sittin chromy on the grill so everything is gravy,
P.A.T, I'm reppin in air, jordans, I'm steppin for warfare,
been preppin' so know that I gots my weapon,
I'm ready for regulatin, steady, you boy's been hatin,
It's our time to shine, we on the grind and we been waitin
to do this for the pimp, and the rest of the fallen,
so just we gon' hold you down, whether we ballin,
O.E pour pimpin, there's never no sippin,
if you reppin' southside then there will be no trippin
when ya..
[HOOK x4]
[Lil Keke]
Pop in ya grey cassette, S.U.C, the only real,
underground street legend, never seen a royalty check.
fo 15's, liquid screens, bangin out my music deck,
tilt the grain, change the lane, homie I ain't finished yet.
Houston, Texas, barrin' on, shinin like the mornin sun,
f*** these n***** talkin bout? It's Trae the truth and Kee' the don',
automatic guns, let them see me all fully,
I get cha good, and keep ya hood, just ride and listen to me.
Representin' south side, tell em keep they mouth quiet,
leather is cassette grey, navy on the outside.
Losers out here never win, tell me who they better than?
Slidin' up the slab, got a screw tape, n****, pop it in.
Hundred comin through this way, hustla town, USA,
southpark, sunnyside, southwest all day.
do all that last year, f*** anotha bad year,
my whole swag full grown, lend me yo strong ear.
[HOOK x8]