1.Why You Wanna
Lyricist：Kevin Cates, Neal Conway, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Bebel
Gilberto, Clifford Harris, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Malik Izaak Hn
Taylor, Tei Towa, Crystal Waters, James Dewitt Yancey
T.I.P. pimpin'
Ay shawty why u gotta act like that？
I'm sayin, I'm jus tryna be nice to ya
Go and tell a nigga no wit an ass so fat
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？
In the relationship been faithful to a nigga so wack
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？
Can't help but notice how ya glowin', I can see in ya face
Now I jus wonder if he know he close to bein' replaced
Swear I treat u like a queen u put me in his place
So you could give back his ring and the key to his place
Tell tha nigga one thing that u need ya space
Tell the niggas one thing u don't need to chase
I wanna kiss u everywhere between ya knees and waist
Hear the sounds that u make and get ya knees to shake
Holla at me in tha a u feel u need to escape
Got a mansion and a gate, you wit me and you safe
There's a Phantom and a truck wit 23's to skate
600 g's in the safe, how much cheese it take？
This a chance u need to take, it ain't no need to wait
Say the word, we could leave today
It's somethin' special and it feel like fate
Hate 2 make a mistake
How the same thing makin' ya sad makin' ya stay
Go and tell a nigga no wit an ass so fat
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？
In the relationship been faithful to a nigga so wack
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？
Can he touch it like that and make it feel like this
How he left and came back and it's still like this
Do he hit it from the back and make u feel it in ya chest？
Take advantage of what u concealin' in ya dress？
What he think he too fresh to show u that u the best
Compliment u on ya intellect and treat u wit respect？
Make u sex till u sweat tongue kissin' on ya neck
It's been a while since u got it like this I bet
And I can tell u ain't jus anotha bitch I met
Ain't nobody got me open like this not yet
Know u confused ain't decided which way u should go yet
So how u keep sayin' no when ya panties so wet？
Go and tell a nigga no wit an ass so fat
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？
In the relationship been faithful to a nigga so wack
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？
Ay, this nigga playin' mind games man
I think the time came that ya mind changed ya undastand？
Life is like a chess move, u need to make ya next move ya best
move
Keep it pimpin' ya undastand？
Hey, I mean you know I'm sayin' I'm jus showin' u how I feel
You know what I'm sayin', I put myself all the way out there you
know
Ball in your court man, but I jus got a question for u
Is u happy？
Go and tell a nigga no wit an ass so fat
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？
In the relationship been faithful to a nigga so wack
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？ Ay
Go and tell a nigga no wit an ass so fat
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？
In the relationship been faithful to a nigga so wack
Hey why u wanna go and do that love, huh？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do that do dat, huh do dat？
Hey, hey why u wanna go and do dat dat dat？ Ay Ay
2.Stand Up Guy
Lyricist：Kevin Cates, Clifford Harris
Ey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggaz before
But you ain't never kicked it with a nigga like me
Hey, hey, I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit' me
I say, all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get betta, niggaz don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater
The stones keep glowin' on my wrist like whoa
And she can't stop lookin' I know ya bitch like those
And she chose, ain't no question if ya bitch might blow
Just get her to the crib and get her whole back so sore
I'ma blow my dro', I'ma pop my peel
Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will
Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel
With the top down low and the glock concealed
I got my niggaz who be racing up the block, one mil'
If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal
I got skills, anybody wanna come test
Look what's in this 45 will be up in yo chest
A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh
He could spend a 100k, any day, no stress
The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque
Stay single if you wanna but you gain no cash
Hey, hey, I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say, all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get betta, niggaz don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater
If you got a man and you're tired of being there
You done gave him too many chances, you're tired of being fair
I give you the opportunity to ride with a playa
You, me and a couple of freaks in the ride with a playa
Never mind those outside, when they stare
'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare
Because of one guy, you decided to share
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center
I know god see its hard and I'm a stand up nigga
You can't beat me 'cause you ain't man enough nigga
I look him in the eye and tell him man up nigga
You really getting money？ Throw a grand up nigga
Wanna fight？ You should've hit me when you ran up nigga
Really swift, don't waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggaz
Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with 'em
Hey, hey, I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say, all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get betta, niggaz don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater
You ain't know me 'cause I live so special
Try to stay low key but it's still so special
Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil' in the dresser
Jewelry box glowing like I loan on treasure
I'm chillin' with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather
Told her 'Hi, how ya doin'？ Buy a drink？ My pleasure'
Told her if she got a homegirl go tell her
That I got a hard rug, I could go forever
If Vanessa wanna touch it just let her
If she laughed out loud, I'll be shocked if we just met her
Bought the dro', get low, and its only one-fifth
And it's four peels left, do you wanna come with？
Hey, hey, I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say, all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get betta, niggaz don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater
3.Ride Wit Me
Lyricist：Clifford Joseph Harris, Bryan Keith Mcmasters
Let's get it homeboy
(Aye)
Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nuttin' new to y'all
man
(Aye)
(Grand Hustle)
(Come and kick it wit' me for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin'？)
King of the South
(Come and ride wit' ya boy man)
Hey
(Y'all already know what it is)
Westside of the A-Town, nigga
(Aye)
You don't know no better niggas, ya'll one through fo', ya
understand
(We gone swing by Cicero's y'know what I'm sayin')
(We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga)
Bankhead!
(C'mon and ride wit' me right quick aight？)
Hey, hey, hey come and ride wit' me nigga
Lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them suckas get it at and hustlas keep them chickens at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G
See me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom wit' the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I'm touchy folk, anytime they try and grand hustle folk
I'm bustin' folk, what the fuck they arguin' plus and cussin'
for？
You lucky hoe, a couple of years ago I'da prob'ly cut your
throat
Fuck it though, what I'm spendin' somethin' on an knuck â~em
for
This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road
Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill and Zone 4
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome blow
T.I.P. pop out the roof, hey what he up and hurry home for
With long dough, shit he jus' doin' what he known for
Blowin' 'dro, on 24, livin' how the song go
My rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
You try to jack and pull the strap, it's a.s.a.p. pronto
The King of the South, every hood's head honcho
I'm Westside certified, go where the fuck I wanna go
Hey come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it
at
Where them suckas get it at and hustlas keep them chickens at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G
Hey I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya â~til ya clothes
leak
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be？
Mechaniville and Summer Hill is on three that roll wit' me
No hoes wit' me, you know all that blow before they sold me？
I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me
Kick it wit' the King and lemme show you what I mean man
Most these niggaz rappin' about a block, ain't never seen â~nem
Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and yeen now
You don't know how to slap a nigga dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24, you got's to 17 gram
From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26's keep the attention of bitches
Come and ride wit' me pimpin', lemme show you how we get it
Hey come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it
at
Where them suckas get it at and hustlas keep them chickens at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G
Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G
Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon' ride wit' a G
Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G
Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G
Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit' a G
Hey come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it
at
Where them suckas get it at and hustlas keep them chickens at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G
4.King Back
Lyricist：Ray Davies, Clifford Harris, Justin Smith
And the prophecy read that
One day like the Pheonix rose from the ashes
That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums
This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gained
While fighting for survival in the streets to become a great
leader
And in time that boy will grow to become King
Time to ride nigga
(Just Blaze)
I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge
Respected from east to west like he was running the mob
Dictating, ain't taking orders from no one but God
I know you niggaz is broke 'cause I know what you charge
Them niggaz wishing for a Phantom it's one in my garage
It's black as Bvlgari right next to the black Ferrari
You niggaz ain't getting money off of rapping I'm sorry
Fuck the rep went and spent 60 large on a Harley
Does where he stay 10,000 square feet not hardly
Now you see that we ain't able to compete, now are we？
And pardon me I'm giving you the west side story
Of the A, where I stay and niggaz stay down for me
You want to play？ Have you gay niggaz lay down for me
And get a order for killers to spray rounds for me
Competition, you ain't considered you rapping, you bore me
You reppin the A horribly, must I say more importantly
The king back, nigga the king back
The king back, nigga the king back
Nigga the king back
Ay, man y'all niggaz got me way too fucked up, you understand
that？
What you need to do is homeboy
You need to go back and grab I'm serious you know
You need to get familiar with Dope Boys and see where
All these niggaz got they style, right now
See where that trap shit came from
Then you need to graduate to mother fucking In Da Streets Vol 1,
2, 3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second
Then grab Urban Legend and now to bring you up to Speed
Who knew you could fit on your wrist a whole pound of diamonds
I'm number one on the list while you clowns are climbing
Wishing to be in positions that you found that I'm in
Since you niggaz do what it say I'm world renowned than sign me
If Jay handled the clay and around the time
I delivered a bad day when 4 5's were spiraling
I care the least about police and the fireman siren
Ambulance ain't gon' stand a chance in reviving
DOA amend the beef will cease upon my arriving
Paramedics yell clear and your flat line silent
You ain't ready for out here 'cause the lifestyle violent
You think you is, you must be living on Fantasy Island
Your mammies mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand
Hit my phone and got what left and hit the three while you
following
You say you want to release and go to war with the finest
Need you be reminded, want it with your highness？
The king back, nigga the king back
You better lean back, nigga the king back
Nigga the king back
Ay man look I know y'all niggaz still in the trap everyday
Still man I know y'all don't see nothing but the projects
nothing but grits
But listen, make no mother fucking mistake man
I still will shoot up my mother fucking self
AK and 45 nigga on side nigga
And come see 'bout niggaz you understand
But I don't want to do that 'cause I respect that shit y'all
doing
I started that shit, I made that shit cool
I made these niggaz want to be you nigga
Nigga respect this shit
5.I'm Straight
Lyricist：Christopher Dorsey, Clifford Joseph Harris, Jay Jenkins,
Nicholas Loftin
Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta worry about now？
Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm
And comin' from the extremes I came from
You think I'ma call all the way and get scared？
Nah nigga I'ma motherfuckin' win
Nigga if all this shit go out the window right now man
I'm all too familiar with this shit
My nigga I'm straight ya dig？ Please believe that shit man hey
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers
The plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners
And I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't need that
My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one
Sold my little three eighty east and said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubblegum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young
Buck, niggaz say, What？ Then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange
Old niggaz whole face soon
'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up
Wet the nigga from the waist up
They try you once and you pull a fall
And then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em
I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case
bruh
You can sell to me, that's intentionally
Another nigga that it's too late for
Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that？
Who lose it all the day
I bet he say he changed from that
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang
And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm straight
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the
crown
Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it
Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction
I'ma Livin' Legend no stuntin', no reppin'
You can check my track record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' 'violation here, violation
here'
Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there
I held it down, where ever I go
When I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow
I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro
That's between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', everybody say they gotta story
Mine on 'Larry King,' theirs is on 'Maury'
At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away
I guarantee The Heart of the Streetz that you pray
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers
The plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners
And I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight
Snowman bitch, I ride two seaters
It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters
I'm straight, you betta ask somebody
Matter fact nigga you can just ask me me
A little over aggressive, yeah, I just might be
But half the niggaz in the hood just like me damn
You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day？
You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day
Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets, yeah
Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats, yeah
Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check
While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk
Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang
And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm straight
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the
crown
Well known in the town that I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight
Say what it do？ Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout？
Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know what I'm
sayin'？
On the cool y'know young nigga T.I. jumped out there
Said he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers
But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin
'bout
Y'know and uh so everybody had it twisted but
Me I understood from the get go that what the nigga was tryin'
to put
In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces
Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here
And as long as you takin' care of yo' business
And doin' king shit you a king
What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do
Was tryin' to get close to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the type of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes
Understand what I'm sayin'？
So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout？
And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here
Talkin' 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't
doin' nothin'
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right
When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake
Know what I'm talkin 'bout？
They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right
Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout？
And them niggaz talkin 'bout they trill niggaz'
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean
Know what I'm talkin 'bout？ This comin' from the O.G. style
trill
Know what I'm talkin 'bout？ Not these ol' fake ass niggaz
Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory
for some shit
Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout？
So this is what is, we bringin' Georgia and Texas together
All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't down wit' the play
Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say
You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes
Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the
south
'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout？
Now let's do this shit
6.Good Life
(feat. Common, Pharrell)
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I was born into poverty raised I the sewerage
Streets always would be a part of me, it made me the truest
And even when my days were the bluest
I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it
You get courage in your fears right after you go through it
Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s
That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school
Don't get me wrong I never been a fool
I just put off graduating for a pair of tennis shoes
I used to use the beat to paint my pain
But nowadays man I can't complain
I got several automobiles and they all on thangs
Several size of tangent and they all in one chain
Used to see me in the mall I'm the same
And get a couple broads giving brain on the plane
I come from Chi-Town lost and found in the struggle
Where dudes say stay safe and stay out of trouble
Speak is muffed the law and B gon try to cuff you
Those with duffles move weight and have muscles
I came through the dirt with a verse for the people
Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal
The radio rarely put their needle on my record
They ain't see how the hood and heaven were connected
Sounds projected, ain't show how effective
Lessons learned, sessions turned to life reflected
And everything I found real in life know I kept it
They say life's a teacher, you're gonna get tested
When a nigga changed they keep saying that nigga strange
Couldn't see how my mind won't be the lame
Ahead of my time I caught up with the game
Making good music making paper making change
I put on gasoline drawers I stood in the fire
With enough heat to set the hood on fire
Man you niggaz think Suge was off the wire
You should've seen the squad before I had Messiah
We assumed the title as the number one supplier
Felt like I was selling blow since I was in diapers
And wish a nigga would come try us
We was cool with the killers, best friends with the lifers
Quick to up and scrap with niggaz who want to deny
For what we considered then as a lucrative empire
But like that pimping time flash by you
Now I wonder what the judge think as he reading my priors
Prison ain't full and the reefer ain't bias
You ain't got to tell and distant the liars
Gave the jail hell and shot birds at the hearse
Lived through worse and reversed the curse
7.Front Back
Lyricist：Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Clifford Harris, O'shea
Jackson, Joseph Modeliste, Arthur Neville, Leo Nocentelli,
George Porter, Freddie Southwell, Eric Wright, Andre Young
Ladies and gentlemen
T.I.P., aye
Fre-fre-fresh
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there
Man who ain't up on this down South shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin to right now, ah
ah？
But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'？
To bring you some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man, hey Bun
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
One of Jeezy's songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., S's and Fo's
Pirellis and Blades and 'em crews of hoes
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my pose
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Dedicated to the slab, the dunks, the drops
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the South baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A.
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
I'm switchin' lane to lane, leanin' on the switch
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red Biarritz
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine
If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die
But I don't really wanna hit ya with this hot thang
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a Colt fo'
Bangin' on the Screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do'
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
8.Bankhead
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Ernest Gold, Clifford Harris, Djuan Hart,
Nathaniel Josey, Akeem Lawal, Sean Merrett, Cortez Thomas
Westside nigga, hey
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey
See me ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the seat
With a quarter or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we know it to be
They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin'
wit me
If they don't want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull over in born home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me
Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the
block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just because
The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12
o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another dead on my block, hey
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey
I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin'
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy
Taffy
I said I do it to make the pussy happy
Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside sweeter than
continue
Ya airing for a little fender bender
Baby just remember, make it quick
These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit
I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells
like
Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all these hos wanna lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike
That's right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my hood
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey
Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, windows up, in the clouds
Open up the console, that's where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and roll another one
I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all night
Hos know, killers on the west side earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills
I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me
Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V
Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey
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