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It's often better to hear rather than talk. Thus, I hear only myself when I talk.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,592
Peak in subgenre #1,933
Author
FinhuM/PooZ
Rights
2006
Uploaded
August 31, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:45
Lyrics
I roll trew the streets in 80 4's n 80 three
i pack heat like sun waves in my car seat
no nigga messes with my bing bling
i have shagadelick colors in my kitchen sink
Bucket seats n candy paint got that drank
i roll to the theathers n smoke crank
if u put on my bling u will be a hunchback
so heavy that i rock socks in the dark
my computer got its own tutor im so pimp
in the back of my 1934 impala got gimps
my spinners look like wind mills with ill spills
rings r circles like huricanes with ill chills
tints so
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Born killa Toilet spinna, rima ona 83 lexus
I'm grimey like muck, stuck in caddy texus
bill washington, toilet champ of micy d's
got the drill like dradle, baby please
I hold the raw meat crown, fuckable crow
duck swamps is the place to blow
Ridin ima die 1 day without my glocky
crooked cops shot me, jaw them like im rocky
My condom fits on balls, cuz good stretch
all toes are drenched, tlakin with a bench
I'm walkin with a kane , switchin brothers titty
I own shit like diddy, im out like electricity
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Well it's big Finhum now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain
With diamonds up against them balling hood mayn
And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color clear
got wooden rats takein it all in the rear
Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower
Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
Pull up on your side in the turning lane
Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and I'm Cadillac mayn
Little swang to the left, big swang to the right
My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight
So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate
That's how we do it in that Lone star state;
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H-Town is the place, and you better respect it
Where G's get dissected, my corner's infected
Teflon bullet blockers, keep chest protected
Bitch niggas get crushed on, they vest neglected
These streets is hectic, I'm on top of my game
Niggas ain't waterproof, and I'm about to rain
Verbal cocaine, now they calling me cheap
These gats I pack crack hats, to settle the beef
I roll with big heaters, chrome body deleters
They turn packs of jackers, into sizzling fajitas
All bugs and mesquitos, get hit with the swallow
Take it from me, big boss in DADA,
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On the real G's, flex with us
We sending cooked up compressed, to broke down to dust
What good is a pie, if you can't eat the crust
And divide that motherfucker, between each of us
See a nigga like me, I'ma feed the fam
And don't give a damn, if it's green eggs and ham
Bitch niggas get slammed, trying to take what's mine
I'm the nigga with the iron in front, aimed at your blind
I'm crawling similar to an ant cuz I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they rats get hurt
Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I'm po' pimping Car stop rims keep spinnin
I stay crane hanging like my brain aping
pian waiting for ape warming, Shard barking
Ground sipping, Sound ripping around methane
tylonal anal drity injesting ear crakiss fart waxing.
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