Let's do it!
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[Chorus (4x)]
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Starched and cleaned
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Poppin' out lookin' good
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I still represent the same... neighborhood
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[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
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Aye... the whole world like "Flip where the fuck you been?"
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On vacation, ridin' in my Maybach Benz (yeaahh)
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I'm swangin' left and right like I ain't got no license
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The nine on my hip I call it "Iron" Mike Tyson
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And you already know what we mix our Sprites in (sizzurp)
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Yellow gold that's where we dip our ice in (bling!)
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Your hoes that's where we stick our pipes in
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Homie I'm freeestylin', I'm not writin'
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Man I be reppin' Texas way harder than y'all (harder than y'all)
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I'm a millionaire dawg, I'm way smarter than y'all (smart than y'all)
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I got 15 pieces, cars with no leases
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A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream, you know I'm
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[Chorus (4x)]
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[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]
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Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone
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I be rollin' hella chrome
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Clover watch with yellow stones (I'm shinin'!)
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Cook the work then get it gone
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Break it down to all zones and don't be talkin' on your phone (hello... cause we grindin'!)
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See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's glass now
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Ya be ridin' on 3's, you ain't like them Clover G's
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I got a ticket at the light cause my rims ain't stop (stop!)
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And I hope he don't smell all this smoke comin' out
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You know the Clover G's first, then Sqad-Up next (next)
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So all my enemies you better guard ya chest (yep!)
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Cause everyday I'm fly now, yeah my paper high now
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And I represent the Screwed Up Click until I die ha!
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[Chorus (4x)]
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[Verse 3 - Big Pokey]
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I'm a H-Town nigga (Tex)
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Stay down nigga
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Parkin' out at the club, at the playground nigga (aye)
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I don't lay down nigga (why?)
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I lay niggas down (how many?)
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I rock Sean John lining, and I don't play around
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I push mo' teeth than the motiff
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I get my grind on homie
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Everything starched down, like I gotta get my eye on (pop my collar)
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And I still represent the same neighborhood (what's that?)
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Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood (aye)
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I'm a hood nigga, tight white, white ones
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Bad bitches get head pinned
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I'mma go pull out the right ones
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I shine like diamonds, swangin' wide with the roof back
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Cushion the amp with the roof cracked
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Dawg is hot, I'mma loot that
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[Verse 4 - Lil' Keke]
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Ayyyyeee....
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I'm poppin' out and lookin 'good fresh out that wood grain
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Recline the buck and hold the cup befo' I switch lane
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I'm in that brain stain, where seven disc change
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It's in the wind, but spinnin' rims when the speed gain (gain)
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Oh yeah this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned
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I'm poppin' doors and pullin' hoes befo' I flee the scene
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They catch us steppin' out with foreign doors and plenty slab
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It's Don Ke and young Flippa, niggas do the math
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The doors suicide (cide), the brains blowin' out (blowin' out)
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It's chrome strutzin', buttergutcha, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
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It's S.U.C., Screwston, Texas so we slowed down
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You sip you drank and get you bank, this is H-Town
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[Chorus (5x)]
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Starched & Cleaned
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Lil' Flip |