Текст песни E.S.G. f Lil`Flip - Realist Rhymin
E.S.G. f Lil`Flip - Realist Rhymin слова песни
(Chorus: E.S.G.)Buy the car, buy the housefuck the wife, fuck the spousethrow the diamonds in our mouthrealist rhymin in the southback to back, track to tracknone of ya`ll niggas cant fuck wit thatE.S.G and Wreckshop you know we makin paper stack(Verse One: E.S.G.)Buy the mansion, buy the Lexusbuy the nine to squash the plexinshowin them boys how Houston, Texassmoke weed, drivin wrecklessthe barbershop, haters knocka nigga like me gonna bleed the blockcomin down trunks pop tops dropcomin down we free to stockcant stop the shine bump & grind againone slow up in ya slow independent top tenI made mistakes in `98, 99 will be better88 degrees feel like some pop roof weatherhell what them haters say E.S.G on the sceneplatinum sole shuttin them doors but the game aint completeuntil the fourth one release you niggas check yo shitanother hit is all they get southwest will slang them hitsI`m da shit bitch!I know you smell the odorstretched cruise control I slam the doors on a Roversippin syrup and soda maintain yo composerE.S.G done signed with Wreckshop you know the games over(Chorus)(Verse Two: Lil`Flip)In my mouth diamonds glarinwearin nothin but Donna Karenridin red turnin heads, always keep a yellow starinbuy a house I`ll buy the blockbuy the boat and I`m a buy the docksittin sideways still I hopwatch the trunk still go popH-Town playas cant take the lostplayin football like Marshall Faulksippin codine to cure my coughfull time playa just like Big H.A.W.KMake Em say Ugh like Master Pdo the body rock like P-A-Tswang and bang like E.S.GG`s and Ballers like H.$.Eif I`m chillin with a girl it gotta be a starif I hold a white cup it gotta be the barreblue, black, or red don`t touch my carScrewed Up Click is who we are25 lighters like D.M.D20 inch rims on GMC`sPlaystation flippin like GMGto let the world know I`m Sucka Freelike Botany Boys I`m Mr. Gliving the life of LuxuryF-L-I-P is who I be hittin a switch wit A.Pwe millionaires and billionairesflyin to shows in a rocketthe money you make in a year I got that in my pocket!(Chorus)(Verse Three: E.S.G.)Better (?)ya to tux let the Klu Klux knowthat I`m a blast yaheard how ya done James Byrd down up in Jasperask Shawn, Chris, & Baby its time I killE.S.G and Platinum Sole that`s ten thousand times a millso whats the deal all you fake snakes rattle stillbetter guard yo grill better keep yo silla nigga get killed on the battle fieldwe popping pills and paying billsmake a man steal for the scrillthey pop my pump back fuck a contractall ya`ll gonna get killedscandlous skills no sex appealthis is how it feels getting hit with a drillcaps we peel high as a hilland you know the crowds I thrilland from here on to Nashville you know we lookin trillwe still comin down with the one minute grillI done want no deal I`m a stay independentI done want no deal I make a mill a minutethen hit the mall and spend itand you know I`m drippin wetcomin threw the door polo`ed down wit Noke D and D ReckG`s, some niggas be yellin ki`s, some niggas be yellin hustlassome niggas be yellin bustas, some niggas be yellin glockssome niggas be yellin ninesbut to tell the truth ya`ll niggas aint got a dimecause see we gonna..(Chorus) - repeat to end