San Quinn - Southern Expozure lyrics

(Verse 1-San Quinn) Bust like a AK everybody make way Doin' this the ya way down to a lay way No cake, on a chase, on a case, anyplace Still here many rates one shot all it takes Ballin with the tapes, thought it was a case Let's investigate, how can one crew carry all this weight Stop, drop, get mopped, pop they all watch We shut down shop, hardcore and hot We were warned a lot and still swarm the spot We want spotlight if we perform or not GL, 2001, even though we only 3 buy a house for my son (Verse 2-JT The Bigga Figga) Welcome to the West Coast show we got flow For the dough we're willing to store You wanna flow didn't know Seen as down for the pounds they boastin Three wheel motion we coastin, toastin Dime piece with crushed ice Project life ain't nice with three strikes And the vice, keep you on the run from the streets When they kickin in yo mama's house lookin for the heat Complete, sh** ain't sweet we got beef On the street, uno deep we on feet Straight treat, wonderin why no reply Souljah rag cover my eye, we too fly (Verse 3-Mississippi Mike) From a small town, Mississippi City of lights, seen b**hes smoke dope Sell they own to pay the rent Like a matchbox can spread my wings n***as be tryin to ball 'till they fall But this town is too small Gotta relocate them dope spots be hot And in my residents be full of dead presidents My occupation be gang related Try to stay motivated Addicted to chronic smoke and movin keys no joke A time to k** but feel another season to heal But I can't tell the system has failed Sweeter jail, got me under the spell Catchin tail, and dropped in this devil playground Don't frown, cuz n***as from C-Town get down Women don't frown, I'm huntin mils Still I'm on a paper chase Won't stop until I made a million I see ya mama pop 'em papa maybe Black sheep on my throne, I hold in my groan Sometimes I feel like waitin 'till their gone