That Mexican OT - Texas Meskin lyrics
Virgil René Gazca
[That Mexican OT - Texas Meskin lyrics]
Bla-Bla-Bla-Blaze on the Beat bay City
Texas ridin' 'round in the
Hood with my amigos
Good dope in the automobile
Lookin' like burritos
Bay City, texas ridin' 'round in the
Hood with my amigos
Good dope in the automobile
Lookin' like burritos
Shootin' yoppas at ya mama's house bullets
Go in through the peephole
Got your girlfriend at the crib and she
Be actin' like a freak hoe
I'm a Southside steppin' Texas Meskin
Ridin' 'round three deep: me
And Smith & Wesson
Hold it up with the yoppa and pop
Him teach his ass a lesson
You can tell that that's OT
'cuz his ass always flexin'
Wrong gang Imma hit his thang
Bop him in his brain
Smoke him like some Mary Jane
Know I'm sayin' mane
Take your bitch to the crib and
Run a train toot toot
I'm the caca matter fact I'm the dude dude
Gold in my mouth from the Dirty
South know what I'm talkin' 'bout
That Mexican OT too cool
Run through the back get the
Check get the loot
Get it crackin' with the static I
Let him have it kaboom (pow pow)
Ha ha, yeah like who fuckin' with me mane?
You understand what I'm talkin' bout'?
For real mane stop playin' with me
Understand what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Whole lotta this whole lotta that goin' on
Hey yo is that That Mexican OT?
Bro I'm proud of Southside I'm from 979
If I say "I'm down to ride" I
Really mean "I'm down to die"
You could run but can't hide
Quiet like a samurai
Put them clippers to his head my
Barber say he down to ride
She ain't talkin' but no money
Make that hoe kick rocks
Put them beams on his body
It's lookin' like chicken pox
I been beatin' up my pockets
I got them big knots
Imma rock out on your block
Got drums on big Glocks
I'm Texas made gettin' Texas paid
That moreno Mexicano be gettin' in both lanes
I'm sippin' on dirty drank
Smokin' on big dank
Tippin' on fo' fo's ridin' in the candy paint
Mama told me "look Son I'm a gangsta
And it run in our blood"
I ain't know I was gonna grow
Up and turn into a thug
Put a yoppa in my hand I let
It rain I let it flood
No Kevin Gates when I say "I
Got it straight out the mud"
I got curls in my hair
I ain't ridin' no waves
I'm a Dirty Bay baby and I'm here to stay
Imma cut 'em in half better get out my way
I be rockin' all white walk
Around with three K's
Ronald McDonald I got a Big Mac
Bullets make 'em flip like crack
1-2-3-4 bitches in the back I
Be pimpin' like that
Suck and fuck for some money
Then they get right back
Dirty Bay baby the bitches love
Me niggas hate me
Imma with them yoppas and choppas
Gettin' the MAC and then I run through
The back and I started bangin'
Confiscated body parts Imma leave
That lil nigga brainless
Drip too hard he can't ride this wave
I'm from Southside Texas where
We sittin' sideways
Like a kid outside I don't never play games
With that big ol' yoppa I'm
Hoggin' up the space
In the kitchen I be whippin'
The chicken it's finger lickin'
Money mission what I'm gettin' lil
Bitch I'm about my business
Big Cripin' no need to mention it's
Purple when I be pissin'
Big ol' tuca I be grippin' cock
It back then Imma kick it
Ridin' 'round with a fuego
Imma give his ass a halo
Imma make his ass lay low switch to a Draco
It's gon' do what I say so
I ain't gettin' caught case closed
Texas ridin' 'round in the
Hood with my amigos
Good dope in the automobile
Lookin' like burritos
Bay City, texas ridin' 'round in the
Hood with my amigos
Good dope in the automobile
Lookin' like burritos
Shootin' yoppas at ya mama's house bullets
Go in through the peephole
Got your girlfriend at the crib and she
Be actin' like a freak hoe
I'm a Southside steppin' Texas Meskin
Ridin' 'round three deep: me
And Smith & Wesson
Hold it up with the yoppa and pop
Him teach his ass a lesson
You can tell that that's OT
'cuz his ass always flexin'
Wrong gang Imma hit his thang
Bop him in his brain
Smoke him like some Mary Jane
Know I'm sayin' mane
Take your bitch to the crib and
Run a train toot toot
I'm the caca matter fact I'm the dude dude
Gold in my mouth from the Dirty
South know what I'm talkin' 'bout
That Mexican OT too cool
Run through the back get the
Check get the loot
Get it crackin' with the static I
Let him have it kaboom (pow pow)
Ha ha, yeah like who fuckin' with me mane?
You understand what I'm talkin' bout'?
For real mane stop playin' with me
Understand what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Whole lotta this whole lotta that goin' on
Hey yo is that That Mexican OT?
Bro I'm proud of Southside I'm from 979
If I say "I'm down to ride" I
Really mean "I'm down to die"
You could run but can't hide
Quiet like a samurai
Put them clippers to his head my
Barber say he down to ride
She ain't talkin' but no money
Make that hoe kick rocks
Put them beams on his body
It's lookin' like chicken pox
I been beatin' up my pockets
I got them big knots
Imma rock out on your block
Got drums on big Glocks
I'm Texas made gettin' Texas paid
That moreno Mexicano be gettin' in both lanes
I'm sippin' on dirty drank
Smokin' on big dank
Tippin' on fo' fo's ridin' in the candy paint
Mama told me "look Son I'm a gangsta
And it run in our blood"
I ain't know I was gonna grow
Up and turn into a thug
Put a yoppa in my hand I let
It rain I let it flood
No Kevin Gates when I say "I
Got it straight out the mud"
I got curls in my hair
I ain't ridin' no waves
I'm a Dirty Bay baby and I'm here to stay
Imma cut 'em in half better get out my way
I be rockin' all white walk
Around with three K's
Ronald McDonald I got a Big Mac
Bullets make 'em flip like crack
1-2-3-4 bitches in the back I
Be pimpin' like that
Suck and fuck for some money
Then they get right back
Dirty Bay baby the bitches love
Me niggas hate me
Imma with them yoppas and choppas
Gettin' the MAC and then I run through
The back and I started bangin'
Confiscated body parts Imma leave
That lil nigga brainless
Drip too hard he can't ride this wave
I'm from Southside Texas where
We sittin' sideways
Like a kid outside I don't never play games
With that big ol' yoppa I'm
Hoggin' up the space
In the kitchen I be whippin'
The chicken it's finger lickin'
Money mission what I'm gettin' lil
Bitch I'm about my business
Big Cripin' no need to mention it's
Purple when I be pissin'
Big ol' tuca I be grippin' cock
It back then Imma kick it
Ridin' 'round with a fuego
Imma give his ass a halo
Imma make his ass lay low switch to a Draco
It's gon' do what I say so
I ain't gettin' caught case closed