Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, yeah, nigga, Koncrete nigga Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah,
Spark the weed up turn the beat up let's get it It's on we dropping homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic Flip shit rip shit bit sick with this shit here content misfits fear now let's get this shit clear This right here
Set it I bet it they won't it I wrote I edit Call the paramedic, said I it, still in it to win it start to finish no gimmick Got to spinach ya timid
I'm rugged so fuck it, I it Dogs we stay it corrupted dawn to dusk so we can thug it (Naw)
To all my broken stressing keep on smoking Nick and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the again Living dirty gots to get with it to go and get it 8ways we it all my noggins is demented Better watch them cars tinted you don't want to be up in it
Swish this tre like Hardaway send soldiers far away But I'm living on the corner got hardened marijuana Know it's but fuck that leave me where the bucks at Last year was hard this one looking worser now Chilled the start but my anger got me colder now
Whatcha gon' do round here We stuck Chuck and we can't get out On the block and sell them rocks Rock through and we got to open up shop (Yeah, Koncrete, Eightball this right here) Yeah, yeah, how we do it nigga
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the Packing guns stacking funds, selling out When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out
I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns stacking funds, selling out When I open up my mouth, you can the south Packing guns stacking funds, selling out
I got my nigga's me You got a with something I say then get me I'm in a southern city on some cold Remy
At the club at girls with big ass and titties The instrumental that you hearing came from Frank We do it big keep it gangsta got to gritty
We on the rise fast like gas prices The is bland so we came to add spices it up beat it up thugs treat it up Transform it into something that's complete us You didn't I run with killers on a regular Conceal weapons skill is spectacular
Little Nicky got my back, baby bear Get him and you gonna have to deal with Tony Dimples Deon and Mint Green it seem so simple 8ways representing other crews cripple You know I, you I, I
When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns stacking funds, selling out
When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out When I open up my mouth, you can the south guns stacking funds, fuck selling out
We rugged like cave-dwellers them be way jealous They that haterism, you need to behave fellas We banging fo' sho now you'd we be slow now Them 'Bama boys hard, we make you say, "Oh now"
I never synthetic, the lyrical diabetic You should be apologetic for shit so pathetic So roll up the marijuana we than Arizona Don't Lil' Man put it on ya You me like a sauna
My nigga get real with it from here to with it We showing y'all still with it so nigga deal with it Koncrete and the Fat Mack we sip on that So let's get platinum plaque so we can watch paper stack
I be that nigga the 'Bama, 'Bama got plenty of monogrammar me yo pussy-rammer dumping dick in yo mamma-jamma Pose for camera cat be sweeter than Tropicana All for the fashion but I be like yo fuck the My country have bitches come out of pajama But not the shady one that get you off in the slammer
Me and my fama out dirty be actin' nutty with [unverified] Keeping it smutty the [unverified] Busters wonder what they facing Niggas got them thoughts that longer than communications Wait for the Slab we be blazing spitting southern incantations
When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns stacking funds, fuck out I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns stacking funds, selling out
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the guns stacking funds, fuck selling out When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out
When I open up my, damn hold up is it?