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