Stay Together feat. Skeet Taste

歌詞

[talking] Check it out man, it's that old school shit man We going all the way back man, 9-2 style Screw man, I'm light this here for you man I know you up there looking down, saying man hold up man This shit legendary man, Chuck T ha-ha You know this H-Town the Young Don, 7-1-3 It was a dream, C.M.G. my click We so screwed up man, this Texas check it [Lil' Keke] I started this dream, back in 1992 We started this dream, Fat Pat-DJ Screw We did it for the click, we did it for the hood We did it for the South, we did it cause we could It's the Young Don, and I'm bringing it back And I'm still on the grind, and I'm all about my stacks I'm all about that crack, I'm all about the green You can get a thang, if ya got sixteen Give me that money, and I'll still make it go Southside young G, I still rap it slow It's screwed up Texas, it's Screwed Up Click A lot of niggaz hating, they still riding dick We bring it back for Texas, we bring it back for Houston Rocking backdo' twice, now they call it Two-ston Thta's the old shit, we still bumper kit Southside Commission, rich click so legit Back then '96, hoes on my dick I'm riding up the slab, thinking bout the Screw Click We started this flow, we started this rap Now boys talking down, trying to push us off the map I'ma set it straight, with the freestyle flow I came real hard, but they said I was a hoe I'm back to set it straight, ain't never been a bitch That's why I'm candy red 84's, sitting up on a switch I do it for my hood, I do it for my block I do it cause I can, and I use to sell rocks I use to sell ounces, I use to sell bricks I wouldn't give a damn, still hollin' at that Stick Cause day one niggaz, gotta call them G's Niggaz in the streets, still trying to push ki's I push c.d.'s, I do it for the 8 That's how I put this state on the plates, for the Texas state I move weight, and I'm on the block hard It's the Young Don, bitch gon get my card Niggaz still talking, my freestyle crazy The trunk steady yawning, it's looking like it's lazy Old school rap, old school flow It's the Young Don, and the drank I'm bout to po' I'm pouring up a six, I'm still in the mix Rocks up on my wrist, got these haters off my list I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe I let her pour the drank, I let her roll the dro I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe I need a bad bitch, I need a bad hoe I let her pour the drank, I let her roll the dro I'm on the highway, that's that I-10 You know the Young Don, I still be trying to win I got them bitches boy, I keep 'em on the grind I keep 'em breaking off they papers, if they wanna shine I get that money nigga, I still be packing trigga I'm bout that Southside gangsta shit, I'm getting bigger It's 2005, I still be going live And cause I'm up in my streets, only the strong survive I do it S.U.C., oh yeah this C.M.G. A lot of niggaz talking, but they know the game free The c.d.'s cake, you know it's all a pay It's going down, and I keep my click all in shape I got my money mayn, I still be gripping grain It's 16-5, if you wanna get a thang You know it's Texas heat, we gotta run the street And I be still wrecking freestyles, on South beats Ok this Chuck T, ok it's going down It's 7-1-3, repping for that H-Town Ok we out of bounds, we still be moving crack I got them soldiers in the back, and they might break ya back Ok I gotta stack, I gotta get my cake It's coming down, and I'm still bout to let it break I break a bitch off, I represent the South It's bout a hundred fucking diamonds, off up in my mouth [talking] Chuck T nigga, South Carolina to 7-1-3 Real freestyle no pen no pad, holla back