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Represent yo hood,
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represent yo block,
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represent yo spot.
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"Know what I'm saying?"
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represent ya ward,
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represent ya town because its goin down.
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"Know what I'm talkin bout?"
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[Bun B]
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When you seee me with my gun on,
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its a be a one on,
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you know what type of shit Big Bun on.
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Some of that six figure shit,
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that live and die by the trigger shit,
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that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
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Wanna fuck with me get a bigger clique,
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move yay get a bigger brick,
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wanna fuck my gal get a bigger dick.
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So do me a favor (favor),
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recognize that you a hater,
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that couldn't see me if i was ya neighbor.
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Yeah Mike Jones and Swishahouse,
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finna meet me at yo sista house,
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tell het have that doja and them swishas out.
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Nigga we gon set up shop in here,
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let bottles pop in here,
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and watch these bad ass bitches bop in here.
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Shit midddle fingaz up (and haters down),
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we about that drama,
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so if you dont want it bitch dont bring us up.
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Man and we gonna be grindin,
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nigga huggin this block,
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till they free KS and let my brother off lock.
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[Mike Jones]
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I sip on purple barre,
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ride around town in my candy car,
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diamonds shine like a star.
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I love to grip that wood grain,
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love to talk that texas slang,
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I spend change like it ain't no thang nigga.
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Because down south we be tippin on fo's,
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in the parking lot pimpin these hoes,
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its M.O.B. on every hoe nigga.
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Down in H-Town we grippin on grain,
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flippin on swangs sippin that drank,
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causin pain in the turnin lane nigga.
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(Holla at me) 281-330-8004
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Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
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I said 281-330-8004
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Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
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[Lil Keke]
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They betta stop playin,
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because we might slain,
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somebody start prayin man.
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I'm bout to get it hot,
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before i blow the spot,
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give me some henn and rocks fool.
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I'm bout to let it go,
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I'm talkin killa blow,
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you watch yo chick you check ya bitch.
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You niggas know its on,
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we pushin plenty chrome,
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this the Don me and Bun.
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I fuck with Mike Jones,
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broke niggas stay at home,
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we off the hook like Cokka Book.
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Big Texas where its at,
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Ya'll betta holla back,
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we packin gats and smokin sacks.
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Pimpin these young hoes,
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and my bank roll sits swoll,
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got me tippin on fo fo's nigga.
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I'm bout to smash up,
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Ya'll niggas given up,
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You roll a square and po a cup.
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Know What I'm Sayin'
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| Mike Jones |
