Lone Star Ridaz, South Park Mexican, Ikeman, Baby Bash - City of Dank (lone star ridaz) lyrics
[Lone Star Ridaz, South Park Mexican, Ikeman, Baby Bash - City of Dank lone star ridaz lyrics]
It's your boy, Baby Beesherelli mane
La Velvet clika
Representin' that yay area dogg
Down South mane, Houston, Texas mane
With my smokin' cousin mister S-P baby
S-P-M baby boy, South Park Mexican
With my nephew, young Happy P
Man on the track, one love
One time for that Ikie ikeman my boy
Representin' that 7-1-3 clique mane
Houston, Texas mane
We fixin' to show you how we get down mane
Check it out
Well I come from the city of dank
Where niggas shoot, hop
Smoke and snort crank
Where anything's possible but
Nothin's for sure
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas chop tar, ride and drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swangin' on them thangs
Got the trunk with the bang 'cause
The South on this thang
Some of you G's can't help it
We love our money green
Like the Boston Celtics
They felt it 'cause every saucy
Chicano's down with Latino Velvet
Don't get it twisted
We got some more in case you missed it
Straight from the Buh ay
Where them niggas keep it playeristic
Now every hour, a coward is devoured
Some perkin', off the powder
Some slangin' gold medal flours
Smokin' cavys in the Navi
Or the four door fleetwood caddy
Geekin', while we tweekin' out
Smarting the puporalli
Valley jokers what I ran with
And them haters just can't stand it
They frantic cuz us hispanics
Gigantic like the Titanic nigga
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop seven keys
All folks with the 2-0-9's got
Whole ones for eleven G's
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh
All about that scrilla scratchin'
Hooked up with the Ikeman now
We robbin' in Guerilla fashion
Eighteen with a bullet
We bumpin' totally insane
I'd like to praise the Mac God
For showin' me the game
Well I come from the city of dank
Where niggas shoot, hop
Smoke and snort crank
Where anything's possible but
Nothin's for sure
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas chop tar, ride and drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swangin' on them thangs
Got the trunk with the bang 'cause
The South on this thang
Off the top
All us realas double R we goin' hard
Down South we set the bar
Smokin' 'dro up in the car
Foreign cars we send low
Bout my fetty and the dough
For those that don't know it's three
And a quarter for a bowl
Lime green lil' apartment
Kind that make you wanna rhyme
Pero, dollar shine
It takes time to make 'em blind
I'm on the grind to go and get
I got my gangsta ready to spit
IK-E about my digit's
Feds want me cuz I did it
I done flipped it into green
With my cousin' Lil' Bing
We be hoggin' up the scene
With our mugs on mean 7-1-3, we coldest
From the jump they can't hold us
Got the bricks, got the boulders
Let the World know it's over
IK-E and S-P-M, and that Mexican Baby Bash
Down to make major cash from the
Bay to seven one tre
That's how we do it like some G's
Makin' money from these ki's
Every block we touch bleeds
About to put this game on freeze
Well I come from the city of dank
Where niggas shoot, hop
Smoke and snort crank
Where anything's possible but
Nothin's for sure
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas chop tar, ride and drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swangin' on them thangs
Got the trunk with the bang 'cause
The South on this thang
Cognac sipper, born to crack flipper
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Jack Tripper
Glass slippers, on my smoke ray 'Lac
I was broke way back
Walkin' down a train track
Mary Jane sacks gave my ass a brain lapse
Insane raps ridin' with strange cats
Plain gats, nothin' special but do the job
Rollin' 'round tryin' to find
Someone new to rob a lot of what you smoke
A lot of what you snort
Playin' crack ball seemed to
Be my favorite sport
My only dance floor was the hot corner store
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up
That boy don't want 'em no more
Chest cracker, neck snapper
Don't make the Mex act a
Muthafuckin' fool on the best actor
Lead blaster
I hope it hit's you where it has to
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup
Mixed with Shasta
Well I come from the city of dank
Where niggas shoot, hop
Smoke and snort crank
Where anything's possible but
Nothin's for sure
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas chop tar, ride and drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swangin' on them thangs
Got the trunk with the bang 'cause
The South on this thang
La Velvet clika
Representin' that yay area dogg
Down South mane, Houston, Texas mane
With my smokin' cousin mister S-P baby
S-P-M baby boy, South Park Mexican
With my nephew, young Happy P
Man on the track, one love
One time for that Ikie ikeman my boy
Representin' that 7-1-3 clique mane
Houston, Texas mane
We fixin' to show you how we get down mane
Check it out
Well I come from the city of dank
Where niggas shoot, hop
Smoke and snort crank
Where anything's possible but
Nothin's for sure
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas chop tar, ride and drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swangin' on them thangs
Got the trunk with the bang 'cause
The South on this thang
Some of you G's can't help it
We love our money green
Like the Boston Celtics
They felt it 'cause every saucy
Chicano's down with Latino Velvet
Don't get it twisted
We got some more in case you missed it
Straight from the Buh ay
Where them niggas keep it playeristic
Now every hour, a coward is devoured
Some perkin', off the powder
Some slangin' gold medal flours
Smokin' cavys in the Navi
Or the four door fleetwood caddy
Geekin', while we tweekin' out
Smarting the puporalli
Valley jokers what I ran with
And them haters just can't stand it
They frantic cuz us hispanics
Gigantic like the Titanic nigga
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop seven keys
All folks with the 2-0-9's got
Whole ones for eleven G's
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh
All about that scrilla scratchin'
Hooked up with the Ikeman now
We robbin' in Guerilla fashion
Eighteen with a bullet
We bumpin' totally insane
I'd like to praise the Mac God
For showin' me the game
Well I come from the city of dank
Where niggas shoot, hop
Smoke and snort crank
Where anything's possible but
Nothin's for sure
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas chop tar, ride and drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swangin' on them thangs
Got the trunk with the bang 'cause
The South on this thang
Off the top
All us realas double R we goin' hard
Down South we set the bar
Smokin' 'dro up in the car
Foreign cars we send low
Bout my fetty and the dough
For those that don't know it's three
And a quarter for a bowl
Lime green lil' apartment
Kind that make you wanna rhyme
Pero, dollar shine
It takes time to make 'em blind
I'm on the grind to go and get
I got my gangsta ready to spit
IK-E about my digit's
Feds want me cuz I did it
I done flipped it into green
With my cousin' Lil' Bing
We be hoggin' up the scene
With our mugs on mean 7-1-3, we coldest
From the jump they can't hold us
Got the bricks, got the boulders
Let the World know it's over
IK-E and S-P-M, and that Mexican Baby Bash
Down to make major cash from the
Bay to seven one tre
That's how we do it like some G's
Makin' money from these ki's
Every block we touch bleeds
About to put this game on freeze
Well I come from the city of dank
Where niggas shoot, hop
Smoke and snort crank
Where anything's possible but
Nothin's for sure
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas chop tar, ride and drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swangin' on them thangs
Got the trunk with the bang 'cause
The South on this thang
Cognac sipper, born to crack flipper
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Jack Tripper
Glass slippers, on my smoke ray 'Lac
I was broke way back
Walkin' down a train track
Mary Jane sacks gave my ass a brain lapse
Insane raps ridin' with strange cats
Plain gats, nothin' special but do the job
Rollin' 'round tryin' to find
Someone new to rob a lot of what you smoke
A lot of what you snort
Playin' crack ball seemed to
Be my favorite sport
My only dance floor was the hot corner store
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up
That boy don't want 'em no more
Chest cracker, neck snapper
Don't make the Mex act a
Muthafuckin' fool on the best actor
Lead blaster
I hope it hit's you where it has to
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup
Mixed with Shasta
Well I come from the city of dank
Where niggas shoot, hop
Smoke and snort crank
Where anything's possible but
Nothin's for sure
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas chop tar, ride and drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swangin' on them thangs
Got the trunk with the bang 'cause
The South on this thang
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