[Intro: Propain]
G&B
Long time comin'
Turn the right though (Yeah)
Ridin' slab shit
G-G-G&B
[Verse 1: Propain]
Look, I woke up in this bitch like ha (Yeah)
We some trill niggas and a gang of paper like ha (Yeah)
Hand full of gold and purple and it ain't the Lakers like boy (Uh)
Player shit, now your boy, she boppin'
When you drunk and start to think her party poppin', I'ma pick-and-roll with her like Karl and Stockton
From the time of hustle like Hardwood Allen, all the hoes we passin', every car gets choppin'
If you talkin' bars, then I'm the hardest out here, treat your favorite artist like a porta-potty
And these rap niggas so fake to me, you niggas make believe, you niggas can't compete
I'm gettin' paid to speak, you niggas payin' fees, that's some minor shit, ho, this the major leagues
Bitch nigga, I, born to lose but I raised to win
Bitch nigga, I, when you trill, mane, you just can't pretend
Bitch nigga, I, had hoes, got 'em chest-to-chest
But I'm about my paper, I ain't bred for sex, I just want the head, I'm like Professor X (Uh)
Only UGK shit can bless the deck, I'm Big Steve for real, I resurrect the best (Yeah)
Never sold a drug but took my show money, let my partner flip it, call it stretch the check
And all these haters talk shit but they don't damage none (Nah), Hiram Clarke I really never plan to run (Nah)
Started with a little tryna manage crumbs, now I'm a six figure nigga still I am the one like (Brain)
[Chorus: Z-Ro & Propain]
Wish they would try to step on my shoes (Step on my shoes)
Bitch, I'm worth too much money, ho, you got me confused (Got me confused)
With some other guy, bitch, that ain't me (That ain't me)
Bitch, you could get this dick, the conversation ain't free (It ain't free)
Yeah, trill niggas from the city represent it our way
On a hustle for that paper, bitch, we bout that all day
Drop that top, we pop that trunk, we hit that spot, we shut it down
Niggas know we 'bout to kill it every time we come around, uh
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Uh, I pulled up in that four-door Bentley but I pulled off in a two-seater (That's right)
Yeah, I started my career with a nigga named Airs, ended up with a nigga named Bleeder (Uh)
We the new N.W.A around here (Here), who got somethin' to say around here? (Here)
A lotta people invitin' me, but that young nigga Propain (Yeah), only one that got Joseph McVey around here (Here)
I went HAM last year, this year I'm goin' filet, another hunnid thousand that's where I'm goin' today
Yeah, the cameras flashin', they tryna see me (Yeah) and my people, but you and your ho in the way
I go in, then I go hard when I'm in there, I take it where these other rappers can't (Can't)
My nigga, I'm the God Rapper (Yeah), do you really think I give (Yeah) a fuck what one of these (Yeah) other rapper think, nah
Rappers bookin' shows now (What?) 'cause they can't got no more rap money (What?)
I appreciate that deposit, chief (What?), you know you ain't gettin' that fact from me (Nigga, fuck you)
Fuckin' right, I'ma go to another club (Yeah) if another club got that ten racks for me (Nigga, fuck you)
If it's beef, my nigga, just come to Mo City (Yeah), get out your shit and just ask for me (Nigga, fuck you)
I'm a Houston Rocket (Huh), a Houston Texan (Huh), a Houston Astro (Huh) and all that (Well)
I'm a Houston gangsta (Huh), if you ain't gangsta (Huh) when you come to Houston (Huh), better fall back (Well)
Better stay on Post Oak (Huh), the friendly end, over the Belt Way ain't no friendly men (Nah)
Salute all my people that's in the pen (Yeah), when Pharaoh come home, put him in the Benz (Uh)
[Chorus: Z-Ro & Propain]
Wish they would try to step on my shoes (Step on my shoes)
Bitch, I'm worth too much money, ho, you got me confused (Got me confused)
With some other guy, bitch, that ain't me (That ain't me)
Bitch, you could get this dick, the conversation ain't free (It ain't free)
Yeah, trill niggas from the city represent it our way
On a hustle for that paper, bitch, we bout that all day
Drop that top, we pop that trunk, we hit that spot, we shut it down
Niggas know we 'bout to kill it every time we come around, uh
[Outro]
Yeah, man
You know I could recall vividly, man
Standin' on that corner man, you know, Herschelwood and Windemere
Hand full of rocks, man
Maybe forty or fifty dollars worth of rocks, man
And I could remember, man, Corey Blount and then Quincy and Bubba and Stick comin' through in them slants
Red on white, fours, bumper kits, grills
You know, the real red outta Ike
You know, I'm talkin' bout thirty, forty thousand dollars worth of slab
And here you are with fifty, sixty dollars worth of rocks in your hand, man
It seemed so far away, man, it seemed like we'd never make it
Yeah, I remember those girls, man, standin' out in front of the high school at Jones, man
And, we'd walk out and ask 'em for their phone numbers, man
And they're lookin' at us like, you know, like we had a pile of shit on us or somethin' at the time, you know
And Blount and them just comin' through man
And all this was based on slab, man, and
That's when slab really meant somethin', you know
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