[intro]
DFW to LAX
From LAX back to DFW
Check this out, I'm a South West rhymer and a South West rider
Check this out
(south, south, south, south...)
[Chorus]
P' won't stop he's flaming hot
Ooh, the boy's on fire
Like collard greens with extra hot sauce
I'm a South West rider
People won't stop he's flaming hot
Ooh, the boy's on fire
Like collard greens with extra hot sauce
I'm a South West rider
[Verse 1]
New school lyrics and an ol' school twang
Watch P.E.A.C.E. lyrically gang bang on these crews
Who don't know how to move
Fast and troop, like a dashing coupe
My styles have you in a position where you can't recoup
You awaken in midair between two loops
Sex sedation?, put your mind in rotation
There's no preparation to rack the brain
Dipped a body in propane, striked a match against the flame
Ain't it a shame?
I'm dippin' in the fast lane in a black van
Proper rims and bomb a** ba**
Kenwood with detachable face
When the sun hits my sh** it's like glossy
I run a hundred and fifty five horseys
Step back up off me
Who are you? who?
[Hook]
Verse Two:
I'm a fancy vocal habit
Yes, Nancy hoped and grab it
Less than nothin', bluffin', like she ain't sufferin'
I know how it go
When you're broke you roll slow
When you're rich you speed and sh**
But I ain't supposed to flow
What? you sure? you's a lie
I'mma do that every first chance I get, though
Spit all you, won't admit bro
Now how does it feel to be put in a mix, oh
You did it to me, I'mma do it for you
Eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Now I'm gonna make it real simple for you
You can saddle up and ride I'm a ?????
Or you can stick around and await your doom
Just tell Rufus here what you want on your tomb
Two hours later, in a saloon
Poker playin', piano man's pushin' tunes
Prostitutes be swayin' props, brushes and brooms
Now I check out what happened when it took a chime for noon
Grabbed my sasprilla and I stepped outside
I noticed immediately it was mighty quiet
Walked up got my horse and ready to ride
And something told P.E.A.C.E. to look to his right
[Hook]
Oh, you gon' feel me, here have a shot
I back up three or four feet, them lead buckles and a body drops
Stupid motherf**er wanna steal from P.E.A.C.E
And get a deal and go out on a rhyming spree
Hell, no, not at my expense
Man, I'm tellin' you I'm tired of this
Now you gon' make me react on some violent sh**
Don't try to get your punk a** where I'm tryin' to sit
And when I speak on it, you wanna hit me with the nonsense
But if I clutch you upside your head, I get all the proper responses
And you know how to find this
Cool wit' what I do, I ain't lying this is all true
I'm honest, oh, you gon' feel me
[Hook]
Uh huh
I'm a South west rider
Uh huh
I'm a South west rider
Well, I'm riding on an elephant
From L.A to the South
Y'all relax
Cause I'm hot
Ooh, ain't it hot in here