1995

[Intro: Propain] Yeah Forever Trill This where we bop, my nigga This where we come from Yeah [Verse 1: Propain] These cars represent just where we from These scars tell a story of what we've done These diamonds show they ass how far we made it Tattoos and t-shirts for all my niggas under pavement 'Round these parts it ain't the safest (Nah), so watch where you roam, nigga Wrong street, wrong time, might just meet the wrong nigga Young boys quick to off your ass to get on, nigga UGK, here today, tomorrow could be gone, nigga 'Round the clock, up and down the block, that's the paper chase My partner served his granny, say he rather him than from a snake Them sirens flash, ain't no question asked, we hoppin' over gates Where I'm from, you born guilty, you black then that's a fuckin' case Pipe in my uncle face, mama double shifted Daddy must be no magician, fuck nigga been missin' Pray for better days (Yeah), just play the cards we was dealt Until then, we hustle hard for the wealth, homie [Chorus: Z-Ro & Propain] Homie, we changin' lanes (Uh), candy paint so wet Comin' down and we lookin' so good, homie, we changin' lanes (Uh) I might be in my foreign in the 'burbs or the motherfuckin' hood, homie, we changin' lanes (Uh) We swangin' and bangin' like E.S.G. (That's right) Not on TV either, homie, we really be in these streets, changin' lanes (That's right, uh) If you're goin' down 'round here (Ayy) Look at all this money that be rollin' 'round 'round here (Ayy, ayy, ayy, woo, uh) [Verse 2: Propain] Fresh paint drippin' off the frame, nigga Forty pointers like LeBron James in it Yeah, these ho gon' choose the we who name bigger We lane switchin', trunk bangin' like a gang member Juug game tough, these streets is dirty as a grave digger Scammers got them cards now like motherfuck a bank, nigga They don't need the loan (Nah), the Actavis gone But the red here, the green here like God blessin', all is drank sippers Raised by the hood, our minds'll never be the same, nigga Just lost another partner, jackers popped him like a painkiller That money wasn't corrupted had these youngin's goin' insane, nigga Whippin' up the yolo though, shake the dice and throw 'em hoes Them niggas schemin', windows down and then they rollin' slow Hangin' out like uncle told, layin' down, you know the code Pill poppin' overdose, codeine and the soda cold Bottom of the totem pole, but wildin's out here fuckin' though, Pro' [Chorus: Z-Ro] Homie, we changin' lanes (Uh), candy paint so wet Comin' down and we lookin' so good, homie, we changin' lanes (Uh) I might be in my foreign in the 'burbs or the motherfuckin' hood, homie, we changin' lanes (Uh) We swangin' and bangin' like E.S.G. (That's right) Not on TV either, homie, we really be in these streets, changin' lanes (That's right, uh) If you're goin' down 'round here (Ayy) Look at all this money that be rollin' 'round 'round here (Ayy, ayy, ayy, woo) [Outro: Propain] Yeah, classic shit G&B, Donnie Houston Forever Trill, D How we gon' keep doin' this shit, my nigga? Why you ain't never stop this Third Co' shit, my nigga? Yeah We just havin' fun, man, we-we makin' history We makin' history as far as what we doin' for our city