(*talking*) Southsive for live, we balling in the mix It's going down H-Town for real, pull it out Let em know, we bout to steal the show Pull up on 4's, kick down the do, what
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Cause I'ma hold it down, and represent H-Town They said we wouldn't make it, swore it wasn't going down But I'ma show em now, that we about to clown Regulate for Texas state, baby I'ma hold it down yay-yay
[Lil' O] Hey I'm young dumb full of cum, icy and numb Block bleeder balla, pass the great pupon My dress code stay thoed, they be like where you from I tell em Third Coast Texas race, Houston And I stop the piece, when my glocks release Catch me on the Southwest, moving flocks of geese Talking down on my city, you'll get rocked to sleep Cause I keep a AK, ready to chop the streets And I don't need no friends, but I need those ends I'm trying to get the six double zero Benz You try to stop that, it'll be your end We bar none boys, we don't see no men And we fear no coward, get money and the power Reign in the states, with the flakes and the flower Hit clubs on Dubs, standing out like a tower Hop out in bitches shoes, leaving niggas sour, what
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
[BFK] I'm a habitual hard knocker, and a menace as well Blood thirsty like rotweilers, in the kitchen with scales Chickens and mail, got us dodging prison and jail Slipping your nail, my niggas off of timid and frail Like toxic, come up with smells my aroma is stronger Man water corona, stop on cobonas We know the ray corners, like we the F-E-D's Best believe when we squeeze, niggas chests gon bleed Yes indeed, no doubt we bout to rest emcees Baller naming as the greatest, full breaded pedigree Lifestyle and profile, living big celebrity Never push inside my pride or, integrity My people deep as a river, bring it on we can rumble Turning cowards over like fumbles, or my homies the jungle Street smart and lion hearted, what I started I finish We provoke it and cause commotion, by the time we done hit it
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
[BFK] I'ma compose when paper fold, and my attitude's cocky And dodging and breaking bones pockets, leaving your posse Sluggish and sloppy, smoking like a broken solloppe I shake fades and break bread, while I'm blowing on broccoli My block bleeding blood hounds, stay down like flat tires Convicted and pass bond, we glisten like selfox Paper rock path find, ain't no sleeping's the motto Dehydrated for our dollas, kottenmouth and can't swallow We Dirty Third desperadoes, dumping ashes on bitches Mashing on snitches, and pussy glasses matching my bridges Slagging and slipping, never in my macking and pimping I game spit your main bitch, never shackle a pigeon My teeth glisten while they greeting, when I'm bending in women I'm spinning that pimping, gangsta limping, off of vision and gripping Adrenaline dripping when I'm pumping, with a passion for stacking Stanking like walts I catch em, ?charlie hustle in mansions?
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
(Z-Ro in background) Yay-ay - 13x
(*talking*) Dedicated to the streets of H-Town Texas The whole Dirty Third, everybody that held a playa down When it wasn't going down, you know I'm saying Much love from the Fat Rat With The Cheeze, Lil' O BFK, Z-Ro, 89 hundred brat
