Victorious Custom Made Gangstas (Ft. Bun B & H.A.W.K.)
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(*talking*)
What's up Houston Texas, it's Custom Made Gangstas
In the building, dropping on another one on your teflon
Know what I'm talking about, got the heat ready
To say already, you know what I'm talking about
[Bun B]
I ain't never seen the top, of a slab I couldn't drop
I never seen a chromey set of blades, I couldn't chop
Never seen a fat sack, of dro I couldn't burn
No a corner, that a nigga couldn't Cadillac turn
From the land of the swisher sweets, and sipping lean too
Candy painted Cadillacs, and DJ Screw
Southside G's, representers of the real
Don't like it, we give's a fuck how you feel already
[Lil' Keke]
I do it verse for verse, I do it lick for lick
I'm just a franchise player, number one draft pick
Ok it's Dirty 3rd, and it's a hundred degrees
24's and Benz do's, blowing dro in the breeze
Take trips 'cross the world, but I rep H-Town
Exit Martin Luther King, make a right touchdown
Hit your roof and let 'em hang, when you floss in a Cheve'
And from Texas up in Florida mayn, already
What's up Houston Texas, it's Custom Made Gangstas
In the building, dropping on another one on your teflon
Know what I'm talking about, got the heat ready
To say already, you know what I'm talking about
[Bun B]
I ain't never seen the top, of a slab I couldn't drop
I never seen a chromey set of blades, I couldn't chop
Never seen a fat sack, of dro I couldn't burn
No a corner, that a nigga couldn't Cadillac turn
From the land of the swisher sweets, and sipping lean too
Candy painted Cadillacs, and DJ Screw
Southside G's, representers of the real
Don't like it, we give's a fuck how you feel already
[Lil' Keke]
I do it verse for verse, I do it lick for lick
I'm just a franchise player, number one draft pick
Ok it's Dirty 3rd, and it's a hundred degrees
24's and Benz do's, blowing dro in the breeze
Take trips 'cross the world, but I rep H-Town
Exit Martin Luther King, make a right touchdown
Hit your roof and let 'em hang, when you floss in a Cheve'
And from Texas up in Florida mayn, already
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