your world So disappointed in your world I'm making my own way Trying to learn from my mistakes 'Cause I've got no role model No footsteps I can follow
take away I feel it here The feeling won't go I'm gonna let you know You can't have it I wont give it You can't take it away H2O go I feel it here
flames. Underneath the flames. Underneath the flames. Underneath the flames (we will follow blindly). Underneath the flames. Underneath the flames. Underneath the flames (we will follow
got my duece out the roof nigga and they lovin it G certified go-getter out the sev-1-3 im a O.G (O.G.) and I pay what it cost me and Slim Thug, The Boss
and nigga its like that thats how we doin do it down here, on the Southside watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride follow right behind, follow
't get it done, I might dine and dash, I don't rhyme and run I make it better than mo', my style is wetter than hoes Than blasting H2O in the fifties
hard rock, this street is my work spot I'm lookin for females and cops (yeah) Few things can pass me, I'm rollin up a five point O like pimps on ho,
[K. Bachman, J. Daub, D. Baddorf, H. Kraft] Obeying worthless idols The prophets prophesied Manifesting omens Delusions of their minds Claiming total
keep dancin I'm chancin, grindin winnin, advancin Go it now im gone with a clovo full of hate And when I get to Houston fo show I'm getting paid [2
by security Dope House, known for our purity (Chorus) [Verse 2] Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's Take Keys break 'em down the o
predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot in your Mellon That'll keep your punk ass from tellin' That I got that nine and that fo'-fo', the H2
bald head, fuck you dred, leave you dead, thru tha swamp. I'm so high, bitchin, tension, still kickin' slim shit. S to tha H to tha O-E String 96 puttin
Mayhem Click So Let The Mayhem Begin (Any fools need to quit) Playin' hatin' on this two indivituals Versatile quit 2-0-3 be the pino Code M-A-Y-H-E-
N-O-2-S-1-O-3 a water glass Borax flexure full of brimstone sulfur Boraxic acid, hip-hop preserver C-O-2 could never put away the fire Style aroma is
big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never
in the lake right over the rocks and get the fuck away and don't get caught ya betta hurry nigga, G-O for what ya N-O so hoe come on, nigga wanna see
through the barrel Headed for the light at the end of a tunnel With no specific target in sight Slow the flow like H2O water Visualize, the scene of