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f/ Big Mello, Lil' Flex

[Z-Ro talking]

Yes indeed, H-Town, it go down Lil' Flex, Z-Ro, Big Mello

Know what I'm saying, you boys can't stop us man

Unstopable, feel me, yeah

They got to feel us till they kill us, this for the radio

[Lil' Flex]

Ain't nothing but a g thang baby

Turnel sets dried yellow bones crazy

Can't fade me, died lately

Pulling out the escallade or a mercedes

Trunk popper, show stopper, drank sipper

Rule number one is to never tip a stripper

And I know a lot of y'all want to wish me trouble

Went from swanging hoo-doos to a bentley bubble

Image is everything, diamonds in every ring

Piece and chains that hang down low to my dang-a-lang

Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby

Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby

I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them

Next year I'm about to drop 22's on them

From the Mo to the Fo, back to airport landing

Diamonds speak for theyself, Flex so outstanding

[Chorus]

Still standing, and you know we represent the south

And ya know ya know we represent the south

Still standing, we in the door and these haters can't keep us out

[Big Mello]

I represent that S-O-U-T-H to the S-I-D-E

Drop screens you can see me completely

Off the heezy, fa sheezy I'm breezy

Cause my diamonds they be known to blind hoes like Stevie

Believe me, outstanding with my family

From me and Z-Ro and Lil' Flex at the grammy

Boss player from Texas, you could tell by the necklace

We gone break these hoes on four's now we frozen the Lexus

My protected, move around, get around

Come through show some round when we hit your town

It go down, whoa now, school slow down

Watch these fours roll down crawl down your block

Top drop, trunk knock, glock cocked

And these shops gone bop, it don't stop

Won't stop, how it go down

Harm clock, Mo City, south west still shine, wooo

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]

Screwed up representer these fellas don't want none

From the land of the trunk poppers where ballers blow tons

We stacking funds, and living our life out on the run

In search of a platinum plack trying to get stacks it just begun

If you talking down move around we ain't having that

East and West took it before but see we came to grab it back

Can't see us like cataracts, off in our natural habitat

That's the studio and bro you know ain't no more selling crack

Ain't nothing but rocking trash talking on down to the ain't that

Cause I'm a veteran to this here ever since the days of the Wave Band

When I was knee high to a grass hopper but now we roll on chppers

Me and Gene hovering over the ground in candy helicopters

Now we platinum status without driving a dodge stratus

Keeping it gangsta energy instinct with a heater to protect us

Man it's third coast, to me our music mean the most

Big Mello and Lil' Flex and Z-Ro the crooked as your folks and we

[Chorus - 2x]

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