That Mexican OT - Virgil lyrics
Virgil René Gazca
[That Mexican OT - Virgil lyrics]
Ladies and gentlemen
How y'all doing tonight?
If you got you a double cup, pour one up
If you got you a J
Light that motherfucker up, you know?
Y'all get lit with me one time
My dad gave me the game
I knew I had to run with it
This rappin' shit just a hobby
I'm havin' fun with it
Bad gates showed me the way and
I'm going dumb with it
Got a shorty to hold me down
Can't fuck with dumb bitches rIP to my mama
I got a lil' brother to look after
Fuck with him and I'ma slap ya
That MAC-11 will attack ya
I got all these guns
Lookin' like they Pack-a-Punched
Fuck ya stomach up
Them bullets eat his noodle pack like lunch
Southside stepping, Southside repping
Lil' buster, i'm from the Southside
Mexicana since 1999
L been bangin' brown pride
I'ma die behind respect and my
Family because I'm 'bout mine
Go ahead and try to test me
Fuck around and get you outlined
Poor Mexican on the grind to success, yeah
I'm on the way there
Solo dolo every time that you see me
So I don't play fair
Uncle Mun got me into rappin'
This struggle got me trappin'
Don't ever think that I'm lackin'
I get it crackin' with static
Like Johnson, I'm doing magic
L'll make this boy disappear
Left hand gripping on the pistol
Right hand gripping on the steer
I know God's on my team
So I'm livin' life without fear
I know my body's on this earth
But sometimes it's like I'm not here
I caught a body off emotional thinking
Now I can't sleep right
Paranoid his boys after me
Now I gotta keep my game tight
I got residue on my lips
Now my girl think I'm cheatin'
Caught him slippin' at a turning lane
And I left the light blinking
While I'm rappin', my yoppa singin'
I'm pimpin' like I was Pinkie
My throwaway's rinky-dinky, but still
It's gon' pop
Still, it's gon' drop somethin'
Grab the Glock
T up on your block, we gon' crop something
I been gangster since the diaper
And snotty nose, hot boy, no Hollygrove
What happened? Nobody know, box it out
Step on his toe
You ain't goin' nowhere for sure, cutthroat
I'm on go in the deep end with no boat
Pitbull, lock jaw, I get my dog to sic 'em
These busters talking 'bout some smoke
I'll get a Dutch and then twist it
I'll slap a beam on a scope on a stick
You know I ain't missing
And if you think that it's funny
And sweet, try me, no, l ain't kiddin'
I bust it down and then I grease the gun
Make it good for a play
Shot caller, hot shotta
I'm ready for anything
I up it up on this lil' buster
Put him in his grave
'Cause down your block, yeah, I'ma slide
AR-15 on my side i ain't duckin' no beef
I want you to touch me
It's gon' be a homicide
God mad 'cause I took his life
I had turned up that heat
Up on him and nothing
Put your homie in a Dutch
And I'ma twist that motherfucker
Two deep in a stolo
We 'bout to blitz this motherfucker
Good dope in an Optimo
I'm 'bout to be Chris Tucker
I was done dirty by the
Game, but I can't lie, i still love her
Yo, what's the scheme? What's the
Plot? I don't care, put 'em in that pot
I just barely used this Glock
When I tucked it, it burned my crotch
Right on right on
Yeah c4, I'm fucking with that one
Pollo
Shunny, what you talking 'bout? (That was it)
Yeah? Baby?
Yeah?
How y'all doing tonight?
If you got you a double cup, pour one up
If you got you a J
Light that motherfucker up, you know?
Y'all get lit with me one time
My dad gave me the game
I knew I had to run with it
This rappin' shit just a hobby
I'm havin' fun with it
Bad gates showed me the way and
I'm going dumb with it
Got a shorty to hold me down
Can't fuck with dumb bitches rIP to my mama
I got a lil' brother to look after
Fuck with him and I'ma slap ya
That MAC-11 will attack ya
I got all these guns
Lookin' like they Pack-a-Punched
Fuck ya stomach up
Them bullets eat his noodle pack like lunch
Southside stepping, Southside repping
Lil' buster, i'm from the Southside
Mexicana since 1999
L been bangin' brown pride
I'ma die behind respect and my
Family because I'm 'bout mine
Go ahead and try to test me
Fuck around and get you outlined
Poor Mexican on the grind to success, yeah
I'm on the way there
Solo dolo every time that you see me
So I don't play fair
Uncle Mun got me into rappin'
This struggle got me trappin'
Don't ever think that I'm lackin'
I get it crackin' with static
Like Johnson, I'm doing magic
L'll make this boy disappear
Left hand gripping on the pistol
Right hand gripping on the steer
I know God's on my team
So I'm livin' life without fear
I know my body's on this earth
But sometimes it's like I'm not here
I caught a body off emotional thinking
Now I can't sleep right
Paranoid his boys after me
Now I gotta keep my game tight
I got residue on my lips
Now my girl think I'm cheatin'
Caught him slippin' at a turning lane
And I left the light blinking
While I'm rappin', my yoppa singin'
I'm pimpin' like I was Pinkie
My throwaway's rinky-dinky, but still
It's gon' pop
Still, it's gon' drop somethin'
Grab the Glock
T up on your block, we gon' crop something
I been gangster since the diaper
And snotty nose, hot boy, no Hollygrove
What happened? Nobody know, box it out
Step on his toe
You ain't goin' nowhere for sure, cutthroat
I'm on go in the deep end with no boat
Pitbull, lock jaw, I get my dog to sic 'em
These busters talking 'bout some smoke
I'll get a Dutch and then twist it
I'll slap a beam on a scope on a stick
You know I ain't missing
And if you think that it's funny
And sweet, try me, no, l ain't kiddin'
I bust it down and then I grease the gun
Make it good for a play
Shot caller, hot shotta
I'm ready for anything
I up it up on this lil' buster
Put him in his grave
'Cause down your block, yeah, I'ma slide
AR-15 on my side i ain't duckin' no beef
I want you to touch me
It's gon' be a homicide
God mad 'cause I took his life
I had turned up that heat
Up on him and nothing
Put your homie in a Dutch
And I'ma twist that motherfucker
Two deep in a stolo
We 'bout to blitz this motherfucker
Good dope in an Optimo
I'm 'bout to be Chris Tucker
I was done dirty by the
Game, but I can't lie, i still love her
Yo, what's the scheme? What's the
Plot? I don't care, put 'em in that pot
I just barely used this Glock
When I tucked it, it burned my crotch
Right on right on
Yeah c4, I'm fucking with that one
Pollo
Shunny, what you talking 'bout? (That was it)
Yeah? Baby?
Yeah?