(feat. 1 Da Boy)

[1 Da Boy:]

When I ride, you know I'm sitting on dos-two's
DVD's with TV screens, I'm looking cool
But uh be looking cool for myself, slowed down

Slowed down, slowed down
You know I can't, I see nothing but luck in my surroundings
But, I'm fin's to take over this rap game fa sho

Me and my raw click, spitting heat you didn't know
1 Da Boy done linked up, with that Avarice
Scatting bout fifty deep, been alone

Avalanche truck what, we out the roof like what
Stunting and big balling, spending cheese like what
Costing bout fifty G's, point two's for my truck

Ice up in my Roley, so blue the wrist shut
Line chronic my man, we stay rolling it up
Verse gon stay hot, so you better give it up

For me and my ^!$$% Po, we ain't to be touched
Haters I got a message, you can shut the $#&@ up


[Hook x2:]
I flip the big trucks, with the big rims
Fat tires, call em Yokohama slims

TV screens, with the DVD's
PS2 playing, on 17 inch monitor screens


[Lil' Keke:]
22's 23's, 24's and 5's
Everything that I ride, sitting wide and live

This is H-Town's finest, glowing covered in diamonds
Hard on the mic, forever be chart climbing
They know who I am, forever don't give a damn

Sitting low to the ground, in a brand new lamb
Shot calling, and they %#@! out of luck
Here go the kush young ^!$$%, twist that purple up


[1 Da Boy:]
You know I'm showing off fronting my mouth, because I like to stunt

Big bodies on 22's, with the special made front
This my a-bidness boy, how I make my cash flow
And it's my a-bidness boy, always when I wanna ball

I'm having a conversation, on my cellular phone
Somebody mad at me, cause me Po ride chrome
With TV screens up in the head rest, two tone

Mad because my paint change, like them Color boys

[Hook x2]


[Lil' Keke:]
Southsi' for li', Westside fa sho

Got plenty of endo, got plenty of cash flow
In a SUV, you know we tinted and bented
G's thugs and killers, hard heads how all in it

Let me get a minute, take a second to wreck
When we step out on the scene, getting much respect
C.M.G. ^!$$%, we ain't gon tear it apart

We gon rise in the game, like we did from the start
We tossing and giving dap, still be rolling slab
Still be paying ten, living ghetto fab

We looking for lil' mamas, rolling on Yokahamas
Hurting these boys mind, we causing em head trauma
On the money train, trying to dodge hard rain

Gripping up on the grain, leave a stain
All in the brain, I push slims on tims
Sitting and looking good, I'm riding big rims


[Hook x2]