is weed and alcohol I keep a gat in every place that you could ever think I dream of people kicking down my door thats why I never blink I'm from Hillwood
to my boys up in Pasadene Its all sweet and beautiful Shine my nails and cuticles My duely truck got 7 screens Watchin "Me, Myself, and Irene" [Chorus: Ayana] High Everyday Dopehouse G's Who never
out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell the Third And that's my word I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I'm a park
double-oh-seven (100.7) This is for you fellas Ha ha ha Something I cooked up the Dope House In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah [Verse One] Roll Cadillacs never
ripper I'ma come home with my shirt full of glitter Jump my 45er race car driver Smoke so much kill I got no more saliva Love for the South sider and
do, I'm a goddamn fool I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school [Chorus] [Verse 2: Coast] And you can find me in a parkin lot Parkin a
Stay on your grind (oh I know I know I you know) Stay on your grind (my people) Stay on your grind (everybody) Stay on your grind (and can you feel me
batteries Mama sat me down for some serious talks On how to keep the rats out the cereal box [SPM] I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit We never
funeral [Chorus] All my friends are in the dead end street Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P You cant win there aint no way no how Clock your change and
[SPM] Fresh off the cut, mama who? mama what? Take a 40-ounce hard to the gut On the run so call me the perro In the club with a sharp ass filero Ya'
told me I was S.U.C. My nigga never had a hateful bone, in his body And all he said was yes, he never said no to anybody I ain't never, had a friend like
one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga ain't nuttin change
it was before Now we need it even more Fire falling from the sky Innocence just said goodbye It may never be the same Maybe it was time to change
Let's get this dough, and live it up Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out We never
from the parking lot My trigger finger is hot I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth Niggas on the roofs Spiff Star is in the range The atmosphere change Lord
to standing out Los angeles, cabanas or atlanta south Watchin home shows Embarrassed to pull my camera out And my mother embarased To put my phantom out So I park
, uh huh Yea Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South