Houston Tribute

(专辑： Pardon My Lateness - 2014)

Yeah, dubs up, neva down, yeah, it's ya boy Big Tob
The Barbie Jeep got a young playa getting chose
Tick tick boom, I'm the bomb, just explode
If you want the classic I'm' bout to let it go, ya know, fo' sh'
Uh-huh, look here

I'ma put purpose in they heads like (Man)
Turn a pony to a thoroughbred like (Man)
Can't see the light if you in the shed like (Man)
And you empty if you only eat bread like (Man)
"Igbo kwenu, hey", hold it down for tradition
Fine boy, no pimple, don't forget to mention
I get it get it get it 'cause I like repetition
Flow with precision 'cause Dogface in prison
From the school of hard-knocks where yo' life is tuition
Money, pistols, weed, and OGs was religion
Snitches get stitches, therefore no conviction
I got that fire, first name should be pistons
I eat tracks, don't need dietitians
And I go hard, don't need intermission
"Gini Bu Nkpa Gi?" that's my coalition
How you got 20/20 still ain't got no vision?
Key in ignition, this beat I'm driving
Presidential flow, presidente presiding
Never make it to your destination joyriding
My flow and stupidity be colliding
No grease on my back, baby, no back-sliding
Hard to see the light when ya living in hiding
At the top where E.T.A. is residing
Can't see addition when yo' life is dividing

Hold up, yo. Yeah, there you go. Yeah, witch that up, let me talk to them real quick. Shout out to everybody on the west. Southwest east of Texas that is. You feel me? Yeah.

Now this "Bleedin Down The Block Knocking Pictures Off The Wall"
I used to be the one knocking britches off the broads
I lost some cats, I had to dig some ditches for my dogs
I told my partners hold ya head, you know it's glitches in the law
Man, I'm leaving boys in awe, this ain't Monday, but I'mrae
When I flow you should applaud, my flow cold, I need to thaw
All my family is abroad, showing naked Mardi Gras
Man, if I ain't got the juice you best believe I got the straw
Take a sip, I swear my trunk is banging like a crip
Thang hanging on the back while they swanging, that's the 5th
I'm knocking haters off my list, I'm bald-faded with the clip
From the SWAT, don't trip, them boys got bangers on they hip
Man, I'm smashing off the rip, ain't nobody in my bracket
I'm waiting on the main event, I swear this beat is practice
Boys slept on me, they done played me like a mattress
But in a couple years I'm finna be known cross the atlas

Switch it up, yeah. Alright. Yeah. Okay. I'm finna just grove to this one a little bit. Yeah. Yeah.

A-a-a-achoo, I'm allergic to average
No macho, I'm a young black savage
My hood full of kings, all we need is a palace
My content phenomenal, and so is my package
My flow is fantastic, you broke? Tragic
See it, grab it, want it, have it
This beat is classic, I have to crash it
My purpose Jurassic, I'm "Mr. Bombastic"
Fresh out the plastic, that means I'm fresh
Fresh out the church house, that means I'm blessed
I flow for the stressed, I don't flow to impress
But I can't produce what I don't possess
Look, shower with zest
Brush my teeth with crest
S-Dubb-A-T, that's my address
Sleep is for suckers, I just need rest
And I learned to fly, I jumped smooth out the nest
Now I'm soaring, man, roaring, man
In a couple years I'm in a foreign van
Just to scoop up the little kids in the hood
And show 'em even when it's all bad, it's all good
Look, my flow should be honored every day
Deaf people feel me, can't hear what I say
R.I.P. Screw, Rayface, and D.K
And if my words are light I hope you find your way
Land of the free, home of the brave
And I'm from the city where we pop trunk and wave
It's ballistic, my flow specific
For me to lose, I refuse, Urban Mystic
My flow sadistic, but it's still classy
Eights, nines, and dimes, if you saved then get at me
C done contact me, told me start grinding
Skin black as coal, but inside I'm a diamond
That's why I'm shining, why? It's a must
If ain't no God, why every dollar say in "In God We Trust"?
Show some respect, I'm from the West
Crash dummy flow, all I do is wreck