Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2" I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff We got everybody else music sounding like US But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while! And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while! Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!
[Chorus x1] Because we represent the 7-1-3! The type of Rappers y'all never goin be! We makin money y'all never goin see! Because we represent the 7-1-3! Houston, Texas nigga!
Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free Or MTV, come take a look at my house And after that, come take a look at my mouth Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while! Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose 9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro So don't blow my high, just leave me alone! Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while! And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'ma rich nigga And when people call, you can see they picture I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while! When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!
[Chorus x2] Because we represent the 7-1-3! The type of Rappers y'all never goin be! We makin money y'all never goin see! Because we represent the 7-1-3! Houston, Texas nigga!
[Thanks to rusty_chik87@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
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Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2" I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff We got everybody else music sounding like US But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while! And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while! Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!
[Chorus x1] Because we represent the 7-1-3! The type of Rappers y'all never goin be! We makin money y'all never goin see! Because we represent the 7-1-3! Houston, Texas nigga!
Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free Or MTV, come take a look at my house And after that, come take a look at my mouth Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while! Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose 9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro So don't blow my high, just leave me alone! Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while! And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'ma rich nigga And when people call, you can see they picture I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while! When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!
[Chorus x2] Because we represent the 7-1-3! The type of Rappers y'all never goin be! We makin money y'all never goin see! Because we represent the 7-1-3! Houston, Texas nigga!
[Thanks to rusty_chik87@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
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