.S.A. All my niggas, my bitches, My muthafuckin' primos, my nephews, And all my muthafuckin' raza, You already know, we the Lone Star Riders, Low-G, Happy
, on your video, video If you want me, you can watch me on your video phone I love how you approach me Fresh white with your pants hangin' grown man low
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low
tellin who u might see up in lennox square i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people from other
Nuff man get ? in my firebomb sale Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full
, bring the beats and I'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other
m blessed Never wear no vests because I got mad love Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
how it go I ain't in the game still Imma problem on the low Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so sucker free,
how it go I ain't in the game still imma problem on the low Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so sucker free,
bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know You sayin' it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you strippin' in the street Put my other
the blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese Dat boy get salad beef bow movement BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish Shawty sittin' low
Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other
mamma's basement and im almost 23 other than that there?s nothing going for me never had a hard day in my life you see except when I took my mother fucking g
(its that Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone..) ..after one toke they want some more, they cant let go. -Wish Bone- Still get it on the low, (on the low), if its
We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for more On the Thug Line with F.B.G., 7th Sign And Mo' Thug once again we
me? Will you die for me? If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me? There he go, now slowly approach start buckin' but baby, no kills Hit him low, we
