Fat Jack - Southwest Rider lyrics

[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