did it, 'Dunn' hit it, 'Dunn' split it Everything hon wanted, Dunn was with it She like to see me doo-rag'd and me ball-cap'd She like to see me tailored
bad smoked him wit' the mag Now he?s walkin' wit' a cane and wearin' a shit bag My loc keep me focused got me sportin' this rag Wit' this tragedy added
on these **** Just like a hood rat chick who was curious Serious, full ****, ready to touch Who's that in the cool blue back with a new rag Givin' ****
's gettin bad on a nigga, now I'm beepin you too And meet me at the hot spot and work that skirt You know the blue one, the new one, girl you know the
robberies Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when I blast I'll take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass Saggin' with my rag, 'bout to drag the street Triple-X sweatshirt with blue
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces Blue
up give it up or get rolled up swole up thought I told ya 'bout this Maad Circle Soldier Allstars locs pieces khakis and linens the OG Godfather with the blue
hood rat chick who was curious Serious Full breast, ready to touch Who's that in the cool blue back With a blue new rag Givin' head while he poppin' the
was cold on them hoes We was east coast niggas headin' west I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
Maus, gats ready BLAOW BLAOW, black deadly, femme fatale Underground, rats in this rat race and black race cats sell out to the blackface and rag grin
cussed me out When you found condoms layin' in my pocket, I was busted I gets right witchu, form a life with you The type after sex get a warm rag and
to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin' bandanna 38-snub blue
in a cadillac Fuck that im riding and gliding in the avenue America's nightmare all dressed up in blue [Chorus: x2] I represent southside Blue rag
on the Low with some bad ass bitches All loc'd out all dressed in blue To the head to the fed and the you know who Behind ten getting bent in my blue
be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a million Lord, knows ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin
wrists, And Im headed for the county, with all of you mother fuckers all around me, Dressed in my original county blue, with my fresh ass do rag and my
I got a bottle in a paper bag I can hear a little country rag Dollar down, dollar a day Yeah, I got a little one-eyed play I opened up the windows Yeah
Back Back on the block Back Back on the block Back, on the block, so we can rock With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop Back on the block Back