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Guerilla Maab f Cl`Che

Keep You Jammin

230 3 часа назад

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(*talking*)Rock, what are you doinI thought you said you was gon have a trackReady for me by this afternoon, you knowThis here ain`t me, you know datI gotta have somethin to keep em jammingUh huh, yeah, I`m kinda cold for this shit nawIts growing on me, lets try this right quick, iightCome on Rock, let me try it[Hook - 2x]I`ma keep it jamming the Southside, what the dealWhere the boppas bop, where the tops dropAnd the choppers chop, candy paint out the shopI`ma keep it jamming the Southside, keep it real?Prenorcamines?, sipping on codeineWhile the hoodrats scream, watching diamonds gleam[Cl`Che]Too much jealousy, and everybody wanna stop meFrom doing what I wanna do, been keeping it trueWith a chance to lose, my city credibilityThat I originated for Screw, when I say SouthsideIt goes for everybody, sitting below the sunAnd whoever thinking this rap shit is doneNigga guess what, it just begunTasters just dropping, choppers still choppingWhile they be chopping, your head offThere they go, those who don`t know about a damn thangBe the first ones, to run they mouthHoodrats in the hood fantasizing, about my iceFellas want me to drop a verse, but they can`t pay the priceI`d rather be the bitch, a nigga love to hateAnd I`ve been the bitch, a nigga love is fakeIts a what in here, why you wanna (hate on me)Cause our rhyming is tight, the way my (diamonds gleam)Cl`Che keep you jumping, up out your seatWhen its time to run, you crank up the sceneWe on light green, so we can ball and parlayStuck in Houston, do everydaySo you can sit and feel what I mean, when I say SouthsideEverybody sing with me[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Too many people, be trying to watch a niggaThey setting up road blocks, and trying to stop a niggaBut I`ma represent the Southside, for the hell of a swangI`m sticking and moving, to cold knock a nigga3-57, Mack 11 pulling out twenty fiveUp in a 12 gauge pump, will keep the party aliveBut ain`t no need for the tripping, I`m steady sipping on barThe marijuana be burning, everytime I flip in a carDumping the ash, looking for the law at all timesOne deep in the Benz, you wanna plexI`ll suppose to be jumping your ass, steady punking your assA buffalo bayou, a square nigga dumping your assPermits for the cash, I`ma get ready for the SouthTo meg a killa beg, like a bitchKinda sound like when Chris Tucker laughThought you was a man, but when the shit hit the fanYou was running down Ridgevan, can you understandI can go hard on the god damn dankI can go hard on a god damn drankSip a four, sip a eight, sip a pint straightLet it down, and scrape the plateYou wanna meet the man, and never think you wanna damnSon of a bitches up in my face, there ain`t no time to wasteI bleed the block like everyday, and put it down in the studio With Cl`Che, I got too many problems on my mindAnd another serial number, on my nineSo if you looking for Z-Ro, come to RidgemontWhen I`m staying and rapping, I`m still on my grindAnd like Mafio, by the year two triple OI`ma come down, in a six double OWith green flow, mats on the floeCandy paint on my do`, its bout time for the hook and it go[Hook - 2x][Cl`Che]I`ma keep you jamming, while the beat is slammingI`ma keep you moving, I`ma keep you groovingI`ma keep on climbing, make my money grindingBumper kit reclining, diamonds blinding, shiningHere I go, and everybody wanna approach meThe way I`m flowing, and I what I claim as my clickDown with the Guerilla Maab, and the Z-RoOn that flipping, sits some say its hard to spitBut its easy to do, when I come knocking but natural to youFlip you out, how I made flip my style for a whileBut I`m representing the Southside, putting it downWherever you go, and you jamming this spotsLike Houston on lock, 1.97 on The BoxBanging out your speakers, everytime you crank upYour choppers, and your heatersI`ma keep you, jamming the SouthsideI`ma make you, wanna ride on the SouthsideWe`ll teach you, how to make your diamonds blindAt the same time, your trunk recline[Trae]Popping the trunk, dropping the top and I`m ready to rideSouthside till I die, I gotta be keeping it crunkPut me on the microphone, and I be wrecking the beatAnd at the same time, I`ma be ready to make a seedAnd that Guerilla Maab ain`t, fin to be playing with boysWe leaving permanent scars, and steady wrecking the barsLeave me on the six team, I`m fin to be dominatingNobody wanna go to war, cause we be going too hardNo more ghetto fame, bout the click that I claimWorldwide outta state, everybody be yelling my nameResurrection, all in your motherfucking faceWe get the crowd crunk, everytime we step in the placeKeeping em jamming, keeping em bobbing, and keeping em rockingAnd I`m the type of nigga, that`d be blowing your speakers outWithout a doubt, you better be coming correctReady to wreck, cause this click, done gained they respect[Hook - 2x]

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