H-O-U-S-T-O-N-T-E-X-A-S
When you think it's too weak to drink or even get put to bed
I don't play rep to screw the clique or rep to switch the house
And we don't play games,
we gon' take aim or punch you in your mouth
On a paper chase for that big bread,
H-P-D act like niggas
Cause they wanna know what we're smokin'
and how much codeine in our dick bread
And we stay draped in BBs, Diamonds, and Vs1s
And we don't tolerate jackals who take tackles to Vietnam
Sunday night is club connection with Big Steve and Captain Jack
Wednesday night we get the rock,
pink or steep and nobody's acting
Take what's next, it's number gap, no deal jacks
Water bags,
water we rapping but it ain't just rap money,
we need all of that
Bacari glasses on my face,
hand cannon on my waist
Candy blue paint on my ride,
dribble in the front and the back is fake
Joseph McVeigh,
that's my name when I taste diamonds in my mouth
* a nigga named Lloyd Banks,
you're going down in the south
It's two backers,
then jackers,
then badass bitches on the track
Everybody do come up, I'm running stag stag
Going down in the south
Going down in the south
We got diamonds and I'm off around our arms and around our necks
Six or seven days and we ain't been asleep yet
Going down in the south Going down in the south
It all started with Q and Q and a VC,
tore half of the OGs
Some blue steel fits wearing a spot that's low-key
Niggas, niggas don't know me, you're so below me
You're playing the big pin,
I ain't one of those bigs
Talk to police,
leave that to your phone,
need to disguise this homies
They give me homie,
never ever be lonely,
just me and my codeine
My tech has no theme,
my aim is so clean,
that it's said it's his vote team
You can't control me,
so put the baloney,
* over you,
sleep
Sleep,
sleep,
lock and lock in this song,
G,
the straps it's cozy It claps but don't scream,
leave flats no slowly So don't provoke me,
I was raised in the struggle Good push and cool ladies,
so they stay in the huddle Call me,
call me on a blank run,
the next time it's double * stunt,
but if you want more,
so teach you how to hustle
Backers,
backers and jackers and badass bitches on the track Everybody,
you come on,
parkrunners,
stack stacks
Going down in the south Going down in the south
Diamonds,
diamonds in our mouth,
piranha arms and nicks,
nicks Six or seven days and we ain't been asleep yet
Going down in the south Going down in the south
My partners,
my partners ride dude,
some of my partners ride dead
And just like I got partners,
it's free,
I got partners in the fed
Got my partners in the state,
for killing niggas of moving weight
I even got partners in the army,
get bagged that way
Block you,
block you,
pass an ace now,
you gonna see a candy ride
I'm a driver and it's gonna keep a weapon handy,
right side,
side
Down here,
jackers don't hide,
they be out out in the open
Therefore when I'm in flaws mode,
I might shoot anybody,
broach it,
broach it
A nigga,
a nigga,
be it a bitch,
cause I ain't ready to ditch
Money gets in the giving time,
I look like new money to somebody then,
bitch,
bitch
Laws harassing as they pass,
protecting servants,
do that,
do that
Instead of showing us,
beat us,
beat us through the through,
back
* the,
* the laws,
except Officer Tony,
cause he real Behind the bands,
he a most city nigga for life,
and that's why we chill Rest in peace,
big house,
I think about you out there all night I'll see you again one day,
whenever I strap out rolling the dice of life
Let's do packers and jackers and
badass bitches on the track Everybody,
you come across,
run the stag,
stag
Going down in the south, going down in the south
We got diamonds in our mouth,
we'll run our arms and run our necks Six
or seven days and we ain't been asleep yet
Going down in the south, going down in the south