one wit a trigger two wit a bat three big brothers fo wanna squab with me so i guess a brother gotta throw tell em like this ya better get up out my camp dude befo i have to pull my gat and get real rude i don t figure that it s worth gettin hurt just cause ya gal wanna give me that skirt bet it feels funny when ya doin 69 knowin that ya sippin on all my jimmy wine and when ya get a kiss do ya feel bad knowin that ya swallowed all the skeeter that i had you wanna step to me but i don t really think ya should i shoulda shot you up instead i told ya somethin good tell me something good tell me something good tell tell me something good tell me something good aiyyo what s up with that bulge in ya khakis you wanna pack a gat but you still ain t got the pull to come and jack me you betta bring a gang load of homies when you think you wanna throw cause by yourself you ll run into the flo i seen your kind befo man ya nothin with your hands more than a punk but still less than a man you talk a lot of nothin when ya chillin with the ladies let me catch ya by yourself you re pushin up some daisies see crazy you wanna be but punks with no heart they ain t hard they just waitin for bun to pull they card you betta keep your weak self locked in ya hood cause without your boys i ma have to tell ya somethin good  tell me something good tell me something good tell tell me something good tell me something good brothers nowadays got a habit that they really need to stop gettin all shot over a girl that i done popped you need to check ya girl and what she did in the past cause if you know like me you would drop her real fast but i don t trust the dugout cause i m scared of that disease cause she s passin out the skinz like government cheese but not me player cause pimp c wanna live have you had your test are you h i positive but instead of gettin checked you wanna fight with me you need to check ya blood and let somebody check your skeet but if you don t step i mma drop on ya fast and pump off bullets like government cash i didn t do ya girl but your sister was alright took her to my homeboy s caddy last night she waxed my jimmy and then the little street tramp did me on a box of tens and a pioneer amp i hit it from the back and the girl just threw me told me pump it harder and she scratched me on my booty now everybody in the world know that your sister is a nasty lil girl tell me something good tell me something good let s talk about these part time hustlers throwin up a set that you ain t down with boy you nothin but a buster talkin bout you down to pull a jack boy you couldn t jack a car when your tires caught a flat i hear you talkin all that pistol poppin in the place but if my boys ran up on you you d probably pull some mace i see it in your face you ain t got the heart to swing your hands be in your pocket when it s time to throw them things now every single day another brother pulls an act he s tryin to be trill but i can see that yellow stripe down his back it s a fact of life i learned and understood a brother ain t nothin if he can t come and tell you something good
['dirty south rap', 'gangster rap', 'hip hop', 'houston rap', 'rap', 'southern hip hop', 'trap']