(talking) Man, hold up, the best from the north Done connected with the best from the south Ha ha, Wreckshop and Swishahouse baby Slim Thug and E.S.G. putting it all in your ma'fucking face So no matter what you boys out there banging KnowI'mtalkinbout, Angle Watts on the north We banging Screw over here, ain't nothing but love baby We come together to make this paper, gone show you How it's going down for the 9-9 baby like this
[E.S.G.] Picture me balling while I be crawling in a hummer Since I be's a fool boy that's why I roll my toy for the summer Rolling my wine very red, T.V.s behind my head Since I signed down with Wreckshop, got all them haters scared Now boppers turn they head when they see me popped up on fours Gray insides and buck eyed with my suicide doors Caught my G's a show, dropped two ki's of snow Siran wrapped it in plastic so the F-E-D's won't know Young nigga my dick hang low, so bitches watch this man rate You can blame it on the bar all them damns and eggs Bumping our benz, blue lens, twenties spin I'm flexing South Park, ?Greychow? like Marchelow do I'm teching Wreckshop and Swishahouse wrecking, they say that can't nobody stop us Nigga we bail in V-12, with a gray piece on the bottom Underground tapes, we drop em, plus blaze we chop em E.S.G. and Slim Thug so look here cuz you can't knock it
(Chorus) Now when I come down I be blowing up the north And when I come down I be chucking up the south Swishahouse and Wreckshop don't stop, body rocking in the drop Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block Say what, the boppers bop, and uh, the choppers chop Swishahouse and Wreckshop not uh, we can't be stopped Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block
Say what, the boppers bop, and uh, the choppers chop I heard you want proof, I heard you want that Michael Watts
[Slim Thug] Well it's the Mr. Slim Thug straight off the north or down south See I floss, big body boss and represent Swishahouse They wanna top on my city and I sit on top of 4-4's I stay on top of my game, and lay on top of these hoes I be cocked up on three, from home said to D.C. It's R.I.P. to P-A-T cause ain't no plexing by me See Slim and E.S.G., stay playa made and get paid On the north it's Gucci shades and keep a fresh set of braids From Gulf Bank to Calvicane the north side ride pride See I'm loud on buck eyed as my drop top glide No we can't be denied, cause it's the Swishahouse time For 9-8 got on the grind and 9-9 I'ma shine The north and south done put it down, it's R.I.P. to Al Flex We'd rather roll wreck, G.S. licks with baguettes on our necks Ain't nothing but playas from Houston Tex, whether we got braids or fades Cause it don't matter where you from long as you trying to get paid
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[E.S.G.] Pulled outside the interstate, get the weight to pyrex shake Trunk shake, break a sweat break off that 2-88
[Slim Thug] And I'm, flossing off on that I-45 With Mario on my side, playing 9-9 Live
[E.S.G.] Candies spray on top of the grain, ball and parlay we playa made We be shining, piece full of diamonds, reclining with a razor fade
[Slim Thug] It's that Homestead till I'm dead, where boys ain't scared to go fed Roll candy blue and that red, with zig-zags in our head
[E.S.G.] We drop the screen niggas, we looking clean niggas We gripping grain, swang and bang from south man to Martin Luther King niggas
[Slim Thug] From 5th Ward to Angelzone, is where I roam Where them thugs bout it, bout it got they hand on the chrome
[E.S.G.] It's from the club, to the park, from the tre to the flo' Wreckshop and Swishahouse fin to shut the do's on the them hoes
[E.S.G & Slim Thug] And uh, them boppers bop, see uh, the choppers chop Swishahouse and Wreckshop niggas know we can't be stopped
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