Mr. Magic - 24's lyrics

[Hook- Perion] You can find me on 24's Blowin on a pound of dro Getting gone in the wind Sitting behind tint Getting bent You can't see me But you smell the smoke Oh yeah *Repeat [Bun B] Now what you know bout the H town Clutch city the throwdest With them big body slab swangers on the grind And you know this Got them bu*tons and bumper kits Them buckles and belts With pop trunk, shiny grill Keeping it Trill with ourself We break left and lack turn to the right And bust his Glock off - what And if one time roll up We ain't fittin turn this knock off I'm a crank this surround up And show him my thang And if we need us another corner to slang It ain't a thang We got that 3rd Ward, that Yellowstone, 5th Ward and the Acres Dirty dub back to the Southside we fulla bar breakers So anywhere you wanna take us Guarantee you can show him up I'm a crank him like a seal on a PT and pour him up Paul Wall the OG Ron C to slow him up So if ya'll reppin some down a** hoods player than throw 'em up Keep the Trillness in front of me and them haters behind me So Magic if you're lookin Bum B this how you gone find me...my n***a -how- [Hook] [Magic] I'm on the 10 goin' West and I'm heading straight to the H From Louisiana got money to make They got some b**hes I didn't cut Some clubs I didn't crash Some bars I haven't run up the tab on a n***a a** Neglecting my nuts I work too much f** gettin tipsy tryin to get f**ed up I need some rup to sip So I can lean in my cut dogg Eyes focused on p**y Run some G on a damn broad I'm with Bun and Mike Gizzle Sippin and dippin til atleast 7 in the morn My 24's I call them the hoe catchers Catch the type of hoes that wouldn't usually sweat ya Bet cha I do it bigger than ya'll 40 gals on call to entertain my dogs Just bring me some good and a big fat goo So I can puff and blow smoke on a hater like you [Hook] [Mike Jones] Makin money is all I know 24's is all I roll k**a dro that's all I blow In the lime light I shine and glow Mr Magic and Bun B wanna live lavish then come with me As I flip the script in my Humvee Grindin for my currency 281-330-8004 hit Mike Jones up on the low Cuz Mike Jones about to blow I'm in a Lex Black on black ballin' 24's and up when I'm crawlin Grind daily to keep from fallin Got hot now majors callin I'm Mike Jones Puttin down for Swisher house Princess cuts all in my mouth Representin that dirty South Stay on the grind from 9 to 9 Hope and pray one day I'll shine Body Head, Swisher House and Middle Fingers we on the Grind I'm in a Benz on Lorenz 24's in the wind My daily routine is pimpin pens I'm Mike Jones -who- Mike Jones -who- Mike Jones Swisher House and Body Head baby [Hook] [Bun B] Listen partner You're to wet behind the ears And you're to dry on the nose Know what I'm talking about What you need to do is help yourself up in the slab Catch a corner with a Trill player like myself I'm a flip you through H Town Know what I'm sayin I'm a keep it real with you I'm a pour ya skee taste, know what I'm sayin I'm a twist you up a Swisher you know what I'm sayin Go on and hit the North Side, South Side, South West I got them Body Head boys with me baby It don't get no Triller than this here No what I'm talking about