Commin’ Down Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. Bun B, Paul Wall, Slim Thug & Z-Ro)

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Dig these blues homie
Damn right I'm on 22's homie
The bass hitting so hard 11 times a week I gotta replace the fuse homie
It’s a jungle inside my ride
Alligator skin is like everywhere
Me allergic to regular weed
So if it ain’t kush homie don’t put it in the air
Yeah I'm riding round and I'm getting it
Baby ain’t got no time to be hitting it
And you know the limousine tint mean
Mind yo mother fucking business
That candy paint so black look like a licorice stick
He outside of a Bentley in his house shoes
What type of nigga is this
The type that will put swangas on a
Caravan yes I am that man
With my name on the grill
And ma name on all the swangas
Too straight like that man
My arms strong as a motherfucker
From lifting lambo doors
Homie you know you balling when you start buying cars to match yo clothes
Got a stash box for that good grass
Got a stash box for that work too
Got my styrofoam filled to the brim my nigga
If you make me spill it ima hurt you
Screwed up click until I can’t say it no more
And I know the DJ gon play this until he can’t play it no more