down in houston we ain t scared of no fuckin police i dropped my 40 cause my hands full of chicken grease i m talking shit cause i cracked my up aw shit there go the motherfuckin oilers i turn in texaco faking like i want some gas they pass by faking like they don t see my ass aw shit b i ma start chillin the rest of the night flea pass me my cylinder because i m rolling six deep two niggers high two niggers drunk and one asleep rolled down the window let the breeze come in slow the car scrapes the ground cause it s packed full of niggers ho here come the laws i m in shit now everybody sitting up straight looking real tall and if they stop us my name is bobby joe snicket why cause i didn t pay my motherfucking tickets here comes the laws hold your 40 don t go spilling it i was sitting low just killing it the laws tried stopping us buckshots popping em fire up another joint hit them with these hollow points make sure they feel the heat turn them into bloody meat i ran my car in a telephone poll and rolled down these dark ass streets took off my hat and shirt took off my watch and ring so i wouldn t get whooped and left bloody like rodney king left my in a bayou and my heat in a dog house drunk some water out of his pot suffering from cotton mouth here comes a chopper you think that i give a fuck all i hear is the propellers sucking wind up never giving rest to my motherfucking dick my chest cause i wanna have when i take my last breath five years deep into the game i am so pound me if you wanna score 28 inch rims me pussy money cars and gold chains smoking that motherfucking weed and drinking brew staying fucked up when there ain t nothing to do on rolex and get your ass paid fuck around and see a grave take it from a nigga that take it from the streets and pack a gun fool  i m in the crib with a spliff and my feet on the couch g cop is at the door with a warrant for lil flea broke out the back cause they trying to cage me better bring my 9 cause they might wanna me hear come the pig with a pistol and blue suit call them houston oilers cause they like to play run and shoot make sure my nikes are tight ready to bust a right no love for a copper s life and make the pig pay the price now he s running at me trying to empty his clip dropped him cause i popped him with a slug in his hip caught my shoelace on a gate trying to hit the entrance to the chest leaving and take him out on a stretcher tell him either freeze bitch please flea or holler at watch me run but i m never slipping motherfucker cause i m packing my motherfucking gun i don t give a fuck about a cop hey bitch don t even stop unless you want that wig into a dreadlock pack my shit cause i ain ts to be caught slippin waiting for a nigga to scratch when he thinks i m itchin so i can drill a fucking hole in his chest he thinks i m weak and all that he s about to fuck up and meet his death so many niggers get took like a bitch don t want to pack they shit now they floating in they own piss cops are in this war but they ain t losin and never get caught in prosecution in the ghetto i m known to pack my heat and find a nigga buried the concrete a drug deal gone left when they digged him out the scene he had three slugs in his fuckin chest that ll let you know from son never leave your pad without packing your motherfucking gun 
['dirty south rap', 'dirty texas rap', 'gangster rap', 'houston rap']