Lucky Luciano - Still Pimpin' Pens (Nawfside Mexican) lyrics

[Lucky] Yeah, 2003.. They gone hate this.. My boy Filero, in here on the track.. [Lucky Luciano] Well it's the nawfside mexican, wreckin these boys ugly No matter what you do, there ain't no f**ing with the Lucky The coldest in the free world, these record labels want me They know I'm bout to switch the game up and get money I got grown women with their own bank account I ain't gone do nothin stupid, so these laws could take me out I gotta represent for y'all, put my hood on the map Houstone till I'm gone, H-Town where you at? I got a manager with me that keep a Glock forty wit em' Keep thinking I'm slippin, and get shot up by my a**istant But n***a please, that shots from the k Knock the smile off your face, so calmate guey Im a blaze up the Arizona weed and smoke Still sippin on the lean like a G supposed to 03 fa' sho, is my time to shine If I don't make it with this rappin, I'm a co*k my nine And find the nearest dopeman and goto his dope house Kick down the door, take over and boss Im a young boss hogg, n***a look at me now In the kitchen on a mission, tryin a cook up an ounce And serve y'all what you need, watch the block bleed When I signed on the dotted lines I got G's Thought I signed for nothin you must think Luck a fool My lawyer would'nt let me do it even if I wanted too, ooh! [Lucky] Oooh, that boy said that, know I'm sayin?.. Screwed up texas.. H-town, What it do?.. It don't stop.. [Lil' Keke] I been pimpin major pen, since the year 9-3 Who better to get it crackin than that boy Don Ke Got that Lucky on my side and he rippin the flo' We gone shut down and close before we open the door Now it's 2003 it ain't no f**in with me I stay sippin on the sprite and I stay fire'n the tree This for all the young G's that be reppin the blocks They be rollin' 22's and be covered in rocks...it don't stop So I'm a pimp me a pen Drop the top on the lac and try to smash again Southside representin man, you know who it be Straight up out the dirty third, it's that H-Town G And it's R.I.P to that G named Screw We gone keep this thing rockin, tryin a do what we do We started this thing up and we bringin it back Houston Texas in the house and the Don Said that...What [Lil' Keke] Houston Texas...7-1-3 Peace to the whole underground.. Its the young Don, CMG representin.. Lucky.. My boy Filero.. R.I.P to Dj Screw!!! [Lucky talking over Lil' Keke] Fa' sho...Haa! It don't stop.. H-Town, what it do, baby?.. Pullin' trails nawf, off the west gulf bank.. R.I.P to Dj Screw!!!.. Fa' Sho! [Lucky Luciano] Its time to lay em' down like that stripper last night Some talk about it but I'm living that life Who be ballin in them Houston streets L to the U to the C to the K to the K to the E to the K to the E Lil' Keke and Lucky Me, shooting dice for a hundred G's Show me the mic and I'm a wreck Pimpin puttin these hoes in check See the wrist got big bagets Princess all on my neck Full tank on Gulf Bank Y'all already know I drank drank Ga' dang, I'm a do the fool When I come down chunkin duece out the roof I got Gucci on my shoe, yeah I use to skip school But now I'm throwing parties, women in my swimming pool Apple over blue, on them 22's See the inside looking like a living room Ain't no mo' woo-doo Im comin in somin new Nawfside, southside, baby tell me what it do, haa