Lyrics: Cedric Dormaine Hill/Robert Earl Davis Jr.
Music: Cedric Dormaine Hill/Robert Earl Davis Jr.
Damn, 3 in the morning, still going down
What's up, H-Town? South side?
Know what I'm sayin'?
It's the Screw in here, hollerin' at my G's and players, know what I'm sayin'?
Parlayin', drinkin' syrup, what's up?
Aw, yeah
It's that nigga E-S-mother****ing-Gizzy
And it's going down once again in this bitch
We still swangin' and bangin' on them mark-ass busters
But they don't know what time it is
Damn, man, nigga so mother****ing high in this bitch, I might can't even rap, man
Damn, a nigga gonna stutter or something, man, **** this shit, but um
All the, um, real mother****ing G's
Just come on and take a lil' trip with the E to the S to the mother****ing G
'Cause we gon' do it like this, bitches
Come take a trip with E as I glide and I slide
Boun-boun-boun-bounce as I flip in my ride
Now, the blunts get bust open as I break down that skunk
Bump-bump-bump-bump is the sound in my trunk
I got you all feeling good, you bobbing your head
Rat-tat-tat-tat, duck, nigga, or you're dead
'Cause it's one for the money, two for the hoes
And you got to be real to feel the ****ing flow
So, bitches, bend over, now raise up your skirt
Scr-scr-scr-scream if that dick hurt
Now, I gots to hit it good, you know I can't stop
Pop-pop-pop-pop goes the sound of that twat
As I walked outside, just stood up on the curb and
Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp goes the alarm in my Suburban
Now I hops in, the Glocks in, it's time for me to flip
When I st-st-st-stutter, I'm high on that dip
But you know what? I makes that mill' with my mouth
Come on as we sail through the South
Really though, nigga, see I'm a pimp, ho
But y'all just chiz-I'll, it ain't nothing but the intro
Fool
Comin' from that South side of H-Town
This is for you buster-ass niggas who wanna do me
Comin' from that South side of H-Town
Chrome mirror 84s, bro, and some low pro vogues
Comin' from that South side of H-Town
Candy paint so damn wet, I'm leaving drips up on the freeway
Ha-ha, come on as we sail through the South
Fool
Comin' from that South side of H-Town
Damn, them niggas in the South are a trip
Comin' from that South side of H-Town
And I be mobbin' with my niggas, extra gat on my hip
Comin' from that South side of H-Town
Got to be real to feel the ****ing flow
Comin' from that South side of H-Town
Bump-bump-bump-bump is the sound in my trunk
Fool
Comin' from that South side of H-Town
Ha-ha, come on as we sail through the South
Now you know what my real G's do
Sip syrup, swang and bang, jam nothin' but that Screw