Baby Bash - My Side of Town Slowed and Throwed lyrics

I super size my fries, f*ck b**hes two at a time Pistol whipping punk fools when they step out of line Its going down (uh-huh) Yall mutherf*ckers should've known Its cyber space pimping, micro chips and capones The static can't get up on it, untamed I'm a gorilla A grain grippa, with the pocket full of k**a Get rid of the evidence they looking for finger prints Situation getting tense, so quick I hop a fence Mexican, acrobatics with oozies and automatics We don't gotta be grabbing so, beware we bringing static All gas no brake, sipping on muddy grape Baby Bash finna smash in the lone star state We don't wanna pull it hardcore Players in the south We spitting that lyrics staright out of me mouth And if you not ready n***a get the f*ck out I'm a bring it hard to your peeps no doubt With my fourty four, or my mack or my nina Got my pretty b**hes chilling up in Pasadena Another one, (whoo) chilling up in D-town When I first started rapping yeah she help me get around I keep entertaining while I'm stacking my cheddas Roll with Baby Beesh, DFO and Twin Beradaz (Uh-Huh) Let them n***as tell us where you really wanna meet us We gone take you down, if you like don't believe us For Real! We the boys up on the mic representing where we from Put your set up in the air, don't be scared get yo gun Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around But, we sipping on that syrup over on my side of town On my side of town, realest hustlers in the country Making money of these s**ers flip eight bows for at least one twenty Chop the pounds I get for four and sell them hoes for sixty five Wondering why I like the outskirts, with a matching missing why See Enternal ain't no dummy I'm a get my f*cking paper But the cops in little cities boy you know they gonna hate ya See a player rollin twentys and they wanna check your ride Pull you over for the doja that they think you got inside Man I'm flipping and dipping and see these white girls I'm pimping Got they daddys credit card so you know that I'm living Hood rich, f*ck a b**h call me Mr. Neva-die You can do what you do but just don't hate on my side My side and your side got some similar sh** We got haters, hoes, players, thugs, pimps, is here Dope fiends at gas stations washing windows for dollars Females at young ages acting like they in college Most n***as since twelve been clocking in Even slung a little dope supposed cost for ends Thats the live of my side, the streets of Oak Cliff Spending most of my time high, with my whole click Hater-Proof mutherf*cker and we do it for Texas Thats where we from so, thats we repping Spitting lyrics on these beats with a country accsent Brand new ever brought to you by these player hispanics I'm a young mex more juice than Jumex Represent for the best, as that Oak Cliff Tex Where chickens lay eggs, we flip them to make ends meat To put the pancakes on plate ( ?-? ) Off a exchange brief case and we gone like hoffa Disrespect you get split, I put rush in the choppa (Brrrrrp) Black dress, tears runnin down your T-jones eyes Thats why we run this sh** down that I-35 Kick doors, flip coke, pimp hoes Western park to Keiston Poke We done did that sh** before Country boys don't play when it come to our pay Hater-Proof, Oak Cliff Texas boy thats where I stay Flip bows in Ledbetter, couple Ki's in P.G I got people up in Garland all the way O.C I'm a cow tipper n***a maybe set tripper A country mutherf*cker, I'm a methazine sipper T-shirt with my Nike, you ain't gotta like me How come when I'm drunk n***as always wanna a fight me Kick doors and kidknapps is all a gangsta know We bout dirty money and we like our music slow On the phone while I'm sh**ting watching T.V. from the tub You won't catch me ridin on nothing less than dubs Call the jungle, it's a playground to me Representing Dallas for the two thousand three