Bla-Bla-Bla-Blaze on the Beat
Bay City, Texas ridin' 'round in the hood with my amigos
Good dope in the automobile lookin' like burritos
Bay City, Texas ridin' 'round in the hood with my amigos
Good dope in the automobile lookin' like burritos
Shootin' yoppas at ya mama's house, bullets go in through the peephole
Got your girlfriend at the crib, and she be actin' like a freak hoe
I'm a Southside steppin' Texas Meskin
Ridin' 'round three deep, me and Smith & Wesson
Hold it up with the yoppa and pop him, teach his ass a lesson
You can tell that that's OT 'cause his ass always flexin'
Wrong gang I'ma hit his thang, bop him in his brain
Smoke him like some Mary Jane, know'm sayin' mayne?
Take your b***h to the crib and run a train toot toot
I'm the ca-ca matter of fact, I'm the doo-doo
Gold in my mouth from the Dirty South
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, that Mexican OT too cool
Run through the back, get the check get the loot
Get it crackin' with the static, I let him have it kaboom (pow, pow)
Ha-ha, yeah
Like who fuckin' with me mayne?
You understand what I'm talkin' bout' for real mane?
Stop playin' with me
You understand what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Whole lotta this whole lotta that goin' on
A yo, is that That Mexican OT?
Bro I'm proud of Southside I'm from 9-7-9
If I say "I'm down to ride", I really mean "I'm down to die"
You could run but can't hide, quiet like a samurai
Put 'em clippers to his head, my barber say he down to ride
She ain't talkin' 'bout no money, make that hoe kick rocks
Put them beams on his body, it's lookin' like chicken pox
I been beatin' up my pockets, I got them big knots
I'ma rock out on your block, got drums on big Glocks
I'm Texas made gettin' Texas paid
That moreno Mexicano be gettin' in both lanes
I'm sippin' on dirty drank smokin' on big dank
Tippin' on fo'-fo's ridin' in the candy paint
Mama told me, "Look, Son, I'm a gangsta, and it run in our blood"
I ain't know I was gonna grow up and turn into a thug
Put a yoppa in my hand, I let it rain I let it flood
No Kevin Gates when I say "I got it straight out the mud"
I got curls in my hair, I ain't ridin' no waves
I'm a Dirty Bay baby, and I'm here to stay
I'ma cut 'em in half better get out my way
I be rockin' all white, walk around with three K's
Ronald McDonald, I got a Big Mac
Bullets make 'em flip like crack
1-2-3-4 bitches in the back, I be pimpin' like that
Suck and f*ck for some money then they get right back
Dirty Bay baby the bitches love me niggas hate me
I'ma put some with them yoppas and choppas up and display
Gettin' the MAC, and then I run through the back and I started bangin'
Confiscated body parts I'mma leave that lil n***a brainless
Drip too hard, he can't ride this wave
I'm from Southside Texas where we sittin' sideways
Like a kid outside, I don't never play games
I pull up with that big ol' yoppa, I'm hoggin' up the space
In the kitchen, I be whippin' the chicken, it's finger lickin'
Money mission what I'm gettin' lil bitch, I'm about my business
Big Crippin' no need to mention, it's purple when I be pissin'
Big ol' tuca, I be grippin', cock it back then I'ma kick it
Ridin' 'round with a fuego, I'ma give his ass a halo
I'ma make his ass lay low, switch to a Draco
It's gon' do what I say so
I ain't gettin' caught, case closed
