E.S.G. - The Legend lyrics

(*talking*) Hope y'all can hear me out there Mic check to the world, huh Broadcasting, 2000 and 1, still at Screw's house Huh, he back on the table, but you just don't see him You got to feel him, know what I'm talking bout E.S.G. huh, the god, the legend what Putting it down, my partna Slim Thug, huh Lil Baller up in here, Lucky we bout to do this man My partna the legend, uh, feel this feel this [Hook: Lucky] Here's a little story, from the Freestyle King Just some Down South G's, forfilling they dreams Gripping on pine, swanging through your town It's that boy E.S.G., and you know he gon clown [E.S.G.] Hold up hold up, open up who's this The one who made you say Maan, new year new sh** My twinkies twist Screwed Up Click, you can ask Pres. Bush I'm the state representative, man take a look Open your eyes up better wise up, now how you love that I'm in Memphis f**ing chickenheads, me and Project Pat Paper stacks what we got, platinum ice up in my mouth Hardest legend up out the South, E.S.G. gon spell it out Now the S is for the Southside, which I claim Now the C is for the way my partna, changed the game Sipping bar now the R, for his first name Which is Robert, Robert you know I felt your pain Now the next letter E, I'mma hold it down for you What's the last one fool, ahh sh** W That's for Screw too and Screw too, now I'm about to wreck Left the world slowed down, and ain't caught up yet [Hook: Lucky] See the Slim Thug, boppers bopping Hatas hate so they mug, pouring it up And sipping drank out a jug, boss hogg Keeping it crunk in the club, with that boy Mr. Luck' [Slim Thug] My freestyle is flawless, my lifestyle is flawless Them Boss Hogg Outlaw boys, be the rawest Much love to the legend, by the name of DJ Screw I'm strutting on bu*tons, coming through candy blue Paid dues broke the rules, putting it down with Big Tyme Candy do's gla** 4's, is how that H-Town shine I'm on a million dolla grind, you can tell when you see me All that balling that's on T.V., that's me in 3-D 20 inches off the ground, dropping 20 inch screens When Slim Thug on the scene, you see seedy green that lean I'm a show flow wrecker, I put my money on my mouth It's the boss of the North, putting it down with the South Looking good in a Fleetwood, I'm pulling bops in my drop We keep straight through stop signs, and pop trunk on cops Slim Thug, E.S.G., taking our respect Northside Houston Tex, 'nuff said who's next ha [Hook: Lucky] Lil Baller, shot caller Got Excursions, Durangos and Impalas And all us, fin to do our thang Ice on piece and chain, wrist and the pinky ring [Lil Baller] DJ Screw, this Lil Baller and I never met you mayn But from them boys and to you mixing, can't forget you mayn I came a long way, from playing Atari Now I'm Jaguar and Rover, and a Gucci Ferrari I'm back and I'm on the scene, and I got my mean mug And I'm fin to do a track with E.S.G., and that boy Slim Thug Now from the Northside, to the Southside Everybody mouth drop, it's open wide And now I'm talking bout, when y'all see me on your block I see y'all dropping top, and I see the blades chop And when y'all see me open the trunk, knock knock And y'all gon see the way I do it, from the top top And I'm fin to wreck it mayn, put it down with Big Tyme Fin to do a big rhyme, then I get my big shine And y'all boys, really ain't ready Cause down here, we ch-chop like mechettis [Hook: Lucky] Grip wood grain, swang lane to lane Pop my trunk, and let the 18's bang Steady jamming Screw, till the end of time Even though you gone, you still on my time Yeaah-yeeah uh huh, uh huh (*scratching*)