Southside Pop Trunks lyrics

(feat. Big T)[Big T:]Wanna be a baller, no that's oldGot some'ing brand new, for the two triple 0To the six this is it, still balling in the mixE.S.G. and Big T, still trying to get richBut let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huhWe want your mind, to blowWe gonna, swang for youAin't nothing but a, G rideWe gonna bang for youAin't nothing but a, G rideSouthside pop trunk, that's what we doWhile I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeahI'm just a hustler, from the Southside yeahAnd I'm gonna pop my roof, and chunk the deuce[scratching:]'64 Cheve, in my yardWhite drop top, pearl paint job is hardIn a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide openIn a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open[E.S.G.:]Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank GodI don't know, but today seem kinda oddCause last month, my baby mama keyed my carToday I'm ready to mob, got my new paint jobLouisiana-Texas thug, last night we wrecked the clubEarly morning hang over, let's hit the breakfast clubGet the wings and
waffles, or the fish and the gritsGrab a toothpick get the drank mix, then hop in that sixSix Lincoln just thinking, dro stinkingMy leather seats sinking, blue lights blinkingThe boppers winking, but I'm chunking up the deuceLike magicians do, hit the buttons and poof goes the roof whoa[Big T:]Southside pop trunk, that's what we doWhile I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah[talking:]'64 Cheve, in my yardWhite drop top, pearl paint job is hardIn a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide openIn a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open[E.S.G.:]Now I lay me down to sleep, but pray the Lord 'fore I wakeThem jackers they don't take, my old school '78Cheve pockets heavy, man I'm readyPeanut butter insides, outside jellyThanks to Eddy, man I'm steady turning headsOld school crip blue, or pyroo redIn the N.O. with Greg, getting bread with CraigLike a number two pencil, gun stay out of leadGet chopper's shred blocks get bled, trying to stay out the FEDLike a pain to the head, hard
to get out of bedLike Rev. Run I was bred, to run the house I ain't scaredKeep my whole team fed, sipping syrup by the kegMy trunk banging, hanging like my third legHillbillie like I'm Jed, keep my money in the shedA fo' do' sled, now you know what I playPayton Manning with the cannon, I take off your head cause uh[Big T:]Let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huhWe want your mind, to blowWe gonna, swang for youAin't nothing but a, G rideWe gonna, bang for youAin't nothing but a, G rideSouthside pop trunk, that's what we doWhile I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeahGaaaaangsta, do you wanna get some pa-peeeer(I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours)[E.S.G.:]Gotta get yours gotta get mine, boys out here we got to shineSo that means we got to grind, get out of line we got that ironAnd I ain't talking bout the kind, you iron your clothes withI'm talking bout the kind you get, rid of your foes withRednose Pit I bark the bite, y'all know what I spark and lightMy P yup is full of ice, I
talk a chain that dark the nightMic I rip and mics I wreck, yup I'm one of the hardest yetMy team full of timberwolves, call me a Garnett fool[Big T:]So let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huhWe want your mind, to blowWe gonna, swang for youAin't nothing but a, G rideWe gonna, bang for youAin't nothing but a, G rideSouthside pop trunk, that's what we doWhile I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah[scratching:]In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open [x4]