[talking]
Say L, hold these keys man
What kind of wheels is those brah
(man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos)
Man, I ain't never seen shining like that
Say H.A.W.K, what y'all use to do fool
When you was growing up
[H.A.W.K]
I use to sit and watch the Flinstones, Gucci rolls and herringbones
Bezel sets and baguettes, while talking on my cell phone
From Bo-Bo's to Air Macs, low cars to horse backs
Hoopties to Cadillacs, water guns to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with screens fall
Michael Jackson off the wall, to MJG and 8Ball
Screw house to wrecking flows, to BET on videos
Zig-zags and yellow bags, to Glad sacks and optimos
Fist fight to gun play, sawed-offs to a.k.'s
Spitting flows at talent shows, as the H-A-W-K
Riding on the Metros, pushing a six double O
Smoking cess to endo, fill it up with petro
Fixing on my lego, let go of my ego
Get in with my little bro, getting up when the rooster blow
[Lil Flip]
I remember Kangaroos and afro curls, always running after girls
Trying to sneak in Natural World, BB gun shooting at the squirrels
Candy red on tricycles, training wheels on bicycles
Sugar Daddy's, Pixie Stix, peppermints and side pickles
Loaded toes and Scooby Doo, some of the things we use to do
Roller skate now roller blades, Ivy Leagues to holding fades
Blow-Pop rings and diamond things, herringbones to bezeltines
Cadillacs to limousines, ironing jeans to being clean
GI Joes to Tonka toys, eating Willy Wonka boy
Riding in my uncle's car, wanting to become a star
Having dreams to be like Mike, hooping in my all black Nikes
Flying kites and shooting dice, sneaking in the movies twice
Staying up and watching Cops, walking outside in Michael socks
Being afraid of chicken pox, check my bowl on Magnavox
Running up and down my block, sweating cause the sun is hot
I use to ride the city bus, now I'm pulling Hummers out
[AP]
I remember brothers getting dumped off, in ditches and bayous
Boys gave head jobs, and all I saw was hairdo's
Pimps drove Lacs and dob hats, with chrome gats
Hustlers stack paper, with the players and macs
Police burns in the hood, because somebody just got jacked
Every girl I slam they call, I told em call me back
Haters got backhanded, because they were always talking smack
Instigators chit chat, and were known for spreading rumors
Ballers went from stabs, to buying more of consumers
I use to eat on tuna, now it's shrimp and caviar
I use to be a virgin, now I have menage tois
I use to drink on soda, now I'm sipping mixed with bar
I use to stay in the ghetto, now I'm a ghetto superstar
I recall when I couldn't rap, now my rap game's up to par
From then to now it's funny, Jabos to Armani
AP became a business man, that's all about his money
[Mista Madd]
Back in the days I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
But sometimes, I wish that I could be a kid again
I use to wear a swatch watch, now I only wear Movado
Went from bare foot on a bus, to holding keys to Monte Carlos
Now it's a big body Expedition, showing my naked ass provado
Went from hood to all good, shh playing a game like huh brah
Backyard nickel and dime that, now boys be moving birds
Use to carry my knife special, now it's gats and smoking sherm
Use to mix at house parties, freestyling to Whodini
Now I'm signing rappers to paid in full, eating shrimp and fetichini
Boy I use to ride big wheels, while wearing them Chuck Taylors
Now it's Jordans, Air Macs, even pink-green gators
Use to be sneaking in Lover's Land, or at the drive-in movies
Now it's Tinsel Town or Motel 6, where this hoe can do me
Use to watch freestyle the man, or Rap City on BET
Now I star in sitcoms, movies and got my own video show on t.v., what
[Redd]
Should of seen it I was right there, when a problem jumped off
Rounds got dumped off, leaving niggas bumped off
Always trying to get the hook up, leaving your girl shook up
Women breaking my pager, phone line you can't look up
We had ice on us, merchandise on us
Busting at other hoods, when they had a price on us
Listening to flow tapes, people saying rewind it
Pulling out my piece, and bystanders get blinded
From winter to summer time, there wasn't no leaving our block
When the laws made it hot, we was freezing our block
Man we got enough money, to make my neck look pretty
Cause we done made enough money, to make my check look pretty
Rapping at talent shows, saying phrase too frequent though
Niggas talk about Fasachi, we roll that in Regal though
Seein niggas Redd capping on, the comedy bout my chaperone
My dress code is casual, but all of a sudden I'm valuable
Hustlaz Stackin' Endz
Hus-Hustlaz Stackin' Endz
Hus-Hustlaz Stackin' Endz
[Hook x2]
G's and baller, ballers and g's
Real playas crawl low, and keep they rides on three's
[Redd]
Ballers and g's, hustlers stackin' ends
Thinking bout riding in the Benz, and still chilling with my friends
Talking bout stack after stack, going dollar for dolla
I'm the type of playa, that make these yellas scream and holla
Cause I gots to stack paper, crawl low like a gator
Never will be plex, I won't settle for less
Gotta ball like a g, man they can't see me
And I'm with H.S.E., and we stacking E-N-D's
Rolling three's, flipping like laid
Staying playa made, chopping on blades
I gotta stay for real, diamonds in my grill
I'm a big baller, with my mind on a mill, mill
[Hook x2]
[AP]
Put a horse on my chest, screens in my headrest
Flossing in my S-S, like skipper on the minnow
T.V. station on Jay Leno, as I freak this flowing bimbo
Wearing Fassachi on my face, protecting my eyes from the sun
Just like the bulletproof, protecting my body from the gun
Flipping behind tents, so them haters can't see
A H-Town g, playing Sega c.d.
H.S.E. I'm AP, and so true to the game
[Chorus x2]
[Lil Flip]
I'm gripping grain when I swang, I rattle when I bang
A T.V. VCR in my car, like Bruce Wayne
Ain't a damn thang changed, we on a mission
Ain't no competition, for my stretched Expedition
I'm the trophy truck slabber, cell phone grabber
Throwing up the deuce, sipping juice while I travel
Southside man, watching Major Pain
Ten gold shine, like a wet candy cain
I'm rolling when I chop, I'm dancing when I hop
Sitting sideways, watch the trunk go pop
If it's still wrecking, pimping by the second
Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter or Teken
Get the crowd rowdy, Southside is cloudy
20 inch blaze on the 9-7 Audi
Still standing taller, break a trick scholar
H.S.E. click, graduated as some ballers
[Hook x2]
[E.S.G.]
At 17 I had dreams, of being a pimp in the Lac
I was sitting on four flats, with a dent in the back
Now one-time hate me, cause I'm the hardest to plex
1-9-8-3, L dog for it
I'm ready to clone, come down dancing I'ma shine
See the change, and all the people in my grill, I gots to get my scrill
Now that won't take long, for this natural born hustler
Got me new braids, shoes, paid my dues and got to mark it
Top to bottom wood grain, got me looking like a dresser
When it's smoking for my a.c., got a brand new compressor
Beat up for the dash and seats, stashing sweets in my pop's spot
Can't no bustas slide, in the bump with my drop top
We bail to the detail, to give that ass a shine
Gripping screens, four 15's in my drop top blast a rhyme
Got my nine on my armrest, best you jackers chill
Bubble headlights, watch the red light, they known to get you killed
What's the deal
[loud speaker]
Will you please take your seats
And clear the isle
Mic check...
[Redd]
I be doing things on my own, and ain't no need for a mentor
Girls wanna see me front and center, diamonds gleam when I enter
Hit the spot and them boys looking, that boys is so lovely
And that boy be popping champagne, that boy be sipping on bubbly
Running thangs, ain't no every day I'm on my campaign
Some boys be sipping cristal, moet pop serving champagne
Sip a fo' guzzler, straight up cause I got your muzzle
People too hard to figure out, so shit call me a puzzler
Freestyling nigga, boy I be showing charisma
Yeah I be shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma
Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
What's left to see, is that boy R-E double D
I'm a star sipping bar in the car, sitting sideways on the highway
Two hundred the fly way, what that boy say
That boy's out of control, that boy balling, that boy top drop low crawling
That boy's nineteen, that boy's not stalling
That boy mash for his green, that boy stacking cash for his dream
That boy last to get the green, that boy too fast on the scene
That boy be moving, that boy in the groove, that boy gon bust a move
That boy gon get the girls man, he gon make em all soothe
In a bubble bath in the jacuzzi, might pull a yellow bone floozie
That boy don't understand, cause that shit really don't amuse me
I'ma grab the microphone till the mic is gone, I can hit the spot
Like it or not I'm a big shot, fuck it drop
[AP]
I be at the stud' in the cool, with the draw walking in the nude
Telling her that I can come through, and I can get her into a interlude
At the same time I can have the tool, that's the microphone the utensil
While I come through the Southside, everybody say man that boy's instrumental
Better yet he's a republican or a democrat, everytime he look at
Talking bout man what he have to have, a motherfucking Cadillac
On fo's, and I'm still swanging to the elbows and they sticking out
What you talking bout, what about them boys on Rap-A-Lot
Love to talk about the hoes that I fuck, and I smash and I pass
At the same time everytime I receive, they be saying he's tip-toeing fast
Like a motherfucking ninja, or I mean the karate kid
At the same time I can drop the top, and I can go on and drop the lid
I mean I can let it fall, always come through and we still can ball
At the same time I gotta write my name on the wall, cause I gotta get a plack
I'm a mack in a Lac ready to attack, I duck on Shaq
Might as well make this boy put his granny, have a cardiac arrest
Using finesse I pop up in the STS, or a Benz
Me and my friends rolling on 20's, I mean three's
At the same time we some G's, sipping on Hi-C
Tropicana, here's the key to the banana, what about the scandalous
And Fraiser that he say, that he made the people
Cause they be talking bout what we doing, and how we be screwing
I'ma pass the mic to Flip, so he can get to doing what he doing
Grab the mic and be screwing
Man hold up...
[Lil' Flip]
Put the mic up, I'ma let y'all know I'm the Freestyle King
Got more ice than Dairy Queen, I pull up very clean on the scene
In a brand new machine, it might be a Jag
I wear my pants with a sag, had a BMX with mask
I never brag I never boast, I might eat on roast
And people say when we got a white cup in my hand, we might toast
I got Hump I got Redd to the side, we'll chunk it up
Uh ain't no drank in the cup, cause I done already drunk it up
I'm leaning I mean like a tower, got mo' drank than Doogie Hawser
Stay in Cloverland, I might pull up in the Prowler I'ma call
Get a room for a hour and take a shower, hit the West down to press
Pass a girl I can tell I must confess, I must manifest
I learned about the constitution, I learned about all this stuff
I learned about that you can get diamond baguettes, princess cuts or crushed
I got a piece I got a crease, nigga I look nice in it
Nigga I'd done go, get the Escalade and don't even look at the price in it
Nigga I can buy every car I want, and I can go to the mall
Nigga I own half of the Rockets, and ten percent of the C-Walls
You can't ever do like I do, cause nigga I'm a millionaire I'ma make em stare
Nigga I got my own name brand shoes, and my underwear
Every song I get on it's a hit, wake up eating bacon, eggs and grits
I got a gal with a round ass, and I got a gal with tits
I ain't never had no girl that was acting fraud, cause they was hard
They say Lil' Flip always be sending, them haters to the morgue
See everytime I grab the mic, these boys be like he gon show off
And everytime I put the mic down, them boys say man that boy show off
He go off I'ma let these boys know, nigga you wanna make a wager
I can get a cut from Moony, I can go Southside show down and holla at major
Get a cut, nigga I pimp a slut on the cut
Man I got great pass and struts, pull up in a brand new Lexus truck
With Screw eating on barbecue, like Master P say Hoody Hooo
Nigga I stay Sucka Free, but uh I might just stay T-R-U
Wear FUBU and Kinner Ko and Jabos, I keep a crease
These people say god damn Flip, you got a car you don't ever have a lease
See I can pay the whole price, I look nice nigga I just do it
Nigga I break these boys off, smoke sweets no embalming fluid
Then I wreck I recollect, do a song with J-Mack
Uh to describe my house in one word, nigga I'm living so laid back
Now I got a escalator, matter fact I got the common denominator
I pull up, I make a movie like Arnold Schwarzengger
The Terminator or The Predator, nigga I wrote a book I'm the editor
Them boys be saying, Flip always be ahead of his competitors
Cause these boys can't flow, these boys be saying I'ma come down
And I'ma break these boys off, and get down like James Brown
Or Chucky Brown or Troy Brown, I could make me another movie
In the jacuzzi and blast like a uzi, nigga I get free in the movies
Cause I always at Loogie's, I be eating on Tuesday's I might shrimp fetticini
Pull up in the Lamborgini, like Aladdin I got a beanie like a genie
I represent, got more candy than peppermint intelligent
Nigga I might just, run for President with Bill Clinton
Did I mention, I had record George I'd run convention
These boys be like I don't be listening, girls with gucci braids and extensions
I like the yellows I go tell her, nigga I got uh mo' food than Hamburger Helper
Nigga you wanna take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got friends all the way from the Northside, to Hump's head
I got a partna named Slim Thug and Lil' Mario, from the Fo'-Fo'
We'll do how we do, we go uh take a trip to Akapoko
Got a dog named Todo, uh nigga I'm hotter than cocoa
You wanna see what I do, nigga these crazy niggas be loco
What about South Park Mexican, that's my partna from Hillwood
Everybody know that I be balling outta control, smoke so I can feel good
I got drank or I got a lot of money, I got a lot of bank
These people say man that Flip so god damn thoed, man what you think
I think that boy could be a millionaire, I think that boy could run the streets
I think that boy gon be the, funkiest nigga like Bun B
I let these boys know I don't be playing, when I grab the mic I'm versatile
I'm acting wild, some people be smoking on the black and mild
But I'm ready I'ma wreck it up like confetti, I'ma leave em shredded
And people say when I fill up my Jag, nigga it's gas unleaded
Cash and credit when I shop at Trump's How, prices ain't hard now
You don't wanna see what Lil' Flipper uh, get the weed and spark now
Now I'm feeling good I'm in a Lincoln, what they thinking they hating
They say Lil' Flip be running thru these boys on a freestyle, like Walter Payton
Or Gary Payton the glove I show love, I ain't never been no scrub
Nigga everytime I wreck a tape, them boys be like Flip come and give me a dub
These niggas wanna mug me, these niggas wanna love me cause I'm in a Lexus
From Texas, these boys be staying on the Southside ain't no plexers
We drive reckless on the leftside, and turn lanes on a three-way
Or I might go to the club, and say uh give my D-tape to the DJ
He'll play it I'll say it, get the mic and I'll wreck it, them boys be like
Lil' Flip you got so much money, you don't never have to go on naked
Nigga I got Mariah Carey, nigga I got all the fine girls
The class of 9-9 girls, you wanna see me blind girl, when I shine
Like B.G., nigga it's gon be a bling bling
Nigga I'ma have to talk on my walkie talkie, when my Nextel ring ring
And if I don't wanna talk, nigga I ain't gon even answer the phone
Nigga I be doing like I gotta do, nigga you can cancel that home
See I got a home in Roam, I got a phone that got three way
You wanna see Lil' Flip run through them like a, TSU relay
When I run I ain't gon stop, I'ma look to the left and look to the right
And nigga everytime I take the mic, you gon say Flip the Freestyle King
Of your whole life nigga
I'm the Freestyle King nigga, ha-ha
[talking]
[talking]
Hump, where you at baby
It's that Boss Hogg huh
We got something to show y'all though
Chop em up
[AP]
Get up all the ballas, make your way to the front
84's on blaze, and have some bang in your trunk
Sip syrup or blazing skunk, overdose if you can
I ain't saying I'm the man, but I'm your host with the plan
Instead of parlaying, I know these niggas feel what I'm saying
Cause all G's from Houston Texas, now you know where I'm staying
Crawling low tip-toeing, in a five double O
B-E-N-Z, on dash reclined watching TV
Decided what game Playstation, and a Sega cd
Later on we hold and jumping, to the pretty Bentley
Did I mention in the steering wheel's, a color TV
Tinted up blowing smoke, that's the life of a G
[Lil' Flip]
Houston we have a problem, we ball too much
Threw some blades on my ride, and now we crawl too much
Threw some paint on the car, and now we drip too much
Bought a gallon of drank, and now we sip too much
Flip too much, wood grain we grip too much
You might as well, say that H.S.E. pimp too much
Everybody wearing diamonds, so I wear baguettes
Everybody riding Benz, so I fly in a jet
I got a palace in Dallas, I got a train in Spain
Airplanes with candy wings, TV screens and thangs
Girls dancing in my mansion, playas still party too
I got ice in my mouth, but my name ain't Cube
Acting bad in the slab, filling up at Texaco
Chop chop twist twist, on my way to Mexico
Videos and commercials, radio and rehearsals
In hover crafts I love to laugh, my style is so universal
[Hook x2]
Chop chop twist twist, rocks is on my wrist
I'm a billion dolla balla, with a million dolla kiss
Twist twist chop chop, watch the car hop
I represent my hood, and my worldwide block
[Redd]
Candy jet flying wet, elevator sky screamer
Late night Casanova, in a Rover or the Beamer
Slanging in the intersection, squat out with a smile
On the Nextel phone, my screens spin like crystal balls
You ain't know, tell these niggas get me lean way
And if the FED's is watching, we leaving trails on the freeway
Ain't no instant replay, man we wetting niggas up
It's so hard to lose my touch, but I'm betting niggas up
Stacking paper cutting papers, never known to catch vapors
Guard the states with city exits, one hundred feet skyscrapers
Chop chop twist twist, I got rocks on my wrist
Scratching haters off my list, and blow a million dolla kiss
[Verse 4]
H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreams
And everything in H-Town, ain't always what it seems
You might get jacked, for your blades and swangas
From MLK to the Tre, we keeping one in the chamber
H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreams
Where we stay creased up and pieced up, top flighted codeine
Platinum bezeltine gleam, thugs wishing on a star
Stretched land Lex pop a Zanek, plus my stretches for tomorrow
[Hook x2]
[E.S.G.]
Chop chop twist twist, forty glock up in my wrist
Or my desert eagle resident evil, for these niggas that's on my list
You got me pissed nigga, see you's a bitch nigga
And at your concert you in dirt, and we won't miss nigga
I guess you jealous of the Benzo, on Lorenzo's
And your jacks and fools, keep bringing me the ends so
The Ghetto Twinz show, got dropped up on your head
Now meet my little friend, my Mack 10 with a infrared
I heard you hid your cars, locked your burglar bars
Don't fuck with the E and Hump chump, cause we some murder stars
This calls for war why, for they kick in your belly
Chop chop with my machete, twist your neck cause we deadly
[Hook x2]
Jiggidy chop chop
Jiggidy twist twist
Million dolla ballas
