E.S.G. - Southside Pop Trunks lyrics
(feat. Big T) [Big T:] Wanna be a baller, no that's old Got some'ing brand new, for the two triple 0 To the six this is it, still balling in the mix E.S.G. and Big T, still trying to get rich But let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huh We want your mind, to blow We gonna, swang for you Ain't nothing but a, G ride We gonna bang for you Ain't nothing but a, G ride Southside pop trunk, that's what we do While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah I'm just a hustler, from the Southside yeah And I'm gonna pop my roof, and chunk the deuce [scratching:] '64 Cheve, in my yard White drop top, pearl paint job is hard In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open [E.S.G.:] Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God I don't know, but today seem kinda odd Cause last month, my baby mama keyed my car Today I'm ready to mob, got my new paint job Louisiana-Texas thug, last night we wrecked the club Early morning hang over, let's hit the breakfast club Get the wings and waffles, or the fish and the grits Grab a toothpick get the drank mix, then hop in that six Six Lincoln just thinking, dro stinking My leather seats sinking, blue lights blinking The boppers winking, but I'm chunking up the deuce Like magicians do, hit the buttons and poof goes the roof whoa [Big T:] Southside pop trunk, that's what we do While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah [talking:] '64 Cheve, in my yard White drop top, pearl paint job is hard In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open [E.S.G.:] Now I lay me down to sleep, but pray the Lord 'fore I wake Them jackers they don't take, my old school '78 Cheve pockets heavy, man I'm ready Peanut butter insides, outside jelly Thanks to Eddy, man I'm steady turning heads Old school crip blue, or pyroo red In the N.O. with Greg, getting bread with Craig Like a number two pencil, gun stay out of lead Get chopper's shred blocks get bled, trying to stay out the FED Like a pain to the head, hard to get out of bed Like Rev. Run I was bred, to run the house I ain't scared Keep my whole team fed, sipping syrup by the keg My trunk banging, hanging like my third leg Hillbillie like I'm Jed, keep my money in the shed A fo' do' sled, now you know what I play Payton Manning with the cannon, I take off your head cause uh [Big T:] Let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huh We want your mind, to blow We gonna, swang for you Ain't nothing but a, G ride We gonna, bang for you Ain't nothing but a, G ride Southside pop trunk, that's what we do While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah Gaaaaangsta, do you wanna get some pa-peeeer (I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours) [E.S.G.:] Gotta get yours gotta get mine, boys out here we got to shine So that means we got to grind, get out of line we got that iron And I ain't talking bout the kind, you iron your clothes with I'm talking bout the kind you get, rid of your foes with Rednose Pit I bark the bite, y'all know what I spark and light My P yup is full of ice, I talk a chain that dark the night Mic I rip and mics I wreck, yup I'm one of the hardest yet My team full of timberwolves, call me a Garnett fool [Big T:] So let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huh We want your mind, to blow We gonna, swang for you Ain't nothing but a, G ride We gonna, bang for you Ain't nothing but a, G ride Southside pop trunk, that's what we do While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah [scratching:] In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open [x4]
