T.O.E. - hol' up! Say my name in my city when you talk about cash I'm stackin chips, grindin hard, nigga showin my ass Nigga the game on smash (smash) streets on lock (lock) Other niggaz block roll but my block never stop (stop) Don't you know I'm pushin rocks, stashin cash in your socks Young TOE and Pimp C, candy red drop top My hoes yeah they hot so I'm steppin out clean Got a MEAN grind game, Underground like the Kingz Blowin purp' and sippin lean, but still buzzin off water Don't fuck with me, I'm T.O.E., ain't nobody shit harder I'm droppin numbers in the pot, the same age as my father And when they hit that, the kick back, freeze up like water P.A. 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga Hoes call me first class, cause I stay fly nigga I'm known to skate by nigga, but the snake hittin licks Keep a brick full of shit that get filthy right quick bitch! UGHHHHHH~! Me and Young TOE in a drop top 'llac It's cold outside, so the top and hood back Hit the town again when the skunk come through The Swisher Sweet brown, but the inside blue Bet'chu never seen blue 'dro befo' It come from Hawaii, bitch niggaz don't wanna try me I'm the MVP of that P.A.T. You say he lookin for me, I don't see nobody chasin me Roll my own shit, I don't need no niggaz lacin me Guerillas in my trunk, ain't no nigga outbass'n me Cocaine lady, I don't fuck her no mo' (no mo') The bitch pussy good but she a sheisty-ass hoe She fuckin up my hood, she won't let my people go (go) They comin up fast, but all the fiends die slow (slow) I ain't Jesse Jackson, I'm just watchin the reaction bro I keep pushin cause grindin hard the only life I know If ain't 'bout bread, then it's dead I count money all day 'til my fingers turn red (red) Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a buncha ropes Custom trill niggaz from Port Arthur sell a buncha dope Game got good, so a nigga eatin steaks Pimpin on drank, blowin purp', chillin on a lake Get it straight mayne, I'm sittin on old cash Ball in the club 20 deep just to throw cash If you lie doe, I got somethin for them jackers A mean 17 they hit hard like linebackers Boys talkin down I put it all in they face Cause I set up shop and bop to 48 states So when you see them Texas plates, you know it's goin down B-Do in a city near you, straight out that po'-nine And I'm a hold it down, I bar none and fade all Twenty-five, hoe three-sixty-six, no days off "Sellin weight, get it straight, fuck the 20's and 10's"
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Copy to Clipboard: T.O.E. - hol' up! Say my name in my city when you talk about cash I'm stackin chips, grindin hard, nigga showin my ass Nigga the game on smash (smash) streets on lock (lock) Other niggaz block roll but my block never stop (stop) Don't you know I'm pushin rocks, stashin cash in your socks Young TOE and Pimp C, candy red drop top My hoes yeah they hot so I'm steppin out clean Got a MEAN grind game, Underground like the Kingz Blowin purp' and sippin lean, but still buzzin off water Don't fuck with me, I'm T.O.E., ain't nobody shit harder I'm droppin numbers in the pot, the same age as my father And when they hit that, the kick back, freeze up like water P.A. 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga Hoes call me first class, cause I stay fly nigga I'm known to skate by nigga, but the snake hittin licks Keep a brick full of shit that get filthy right quick bitch! UGHHHHHH~! Me and Young TOE in a drop top 'llac It's cold outside, so the top and hood back Hit the town again when the skunk come through The Swisher Sweet brown, but the inside blue Bet'chu never seen blue 'dro befo' It come from Hawaii, bitch niggaz don't wanna try me I'm the MVP of that P.A.T. You say he lookin for me, I don't see nobody chasin me Roll my own shit, I don't need no niggaz lacin me Guerillas in my trunk, ain't no nigga outbass'n me Cocaine lady, I don't fuck her no mo' (no mo') The bitch pussy good but she a sheisty-ass hoe She fuckin up my hood, she won't let my people go (go) They comin up fast, but all the fiends die slow (slow) I ain't Jesse Jackson, I'm just watchin the reaction bro I keep pushin cause grindin hard the only life I know If ain't 'bout bread, then it's dead I count money all day 'til my fingers turn red (red) Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a buncha ropes Custom trill niggaz from Port Arthur sell a buncha dope Game got good, so a nigga eatin steaks Pimpin on drank, blowin purp', chillin on a lake Get it straight mayne, I'm sittin on old cash Ball in the club 20 deep just to throw cash If you lie doe, I got somethin for them jackers A mean 17 they hit hard like linebackers Boys talkin down I put it all in they face Cause I set up shop and bop to 48 states So when you see them Texas plates, you know it's goin down B-Do in a city near you, straight out that po'-nine And I'm a hold it down, I bar none and fade all Twenty-five, hoe three-sixty-six, no days off "Sellin weight, get it straight, fuck the 20's and 10's"
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