[Intro - Yung Joc] Let's see, the definition of a real nigga Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here You know, it took two real niggas to collab And make some motherfuckin' shit happen man This ya' boy Yung Joc, you know Block Entertainment And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature Hey Trae, tell em' what you is nigga
[Verse 1 - Trae] I'm a gangsta' to the end, ridin' for the set Black Chevrolet, wit' the paint still wet J's on my toes, loc's on my eyes Crawlin on 4's, every time I slide by Nutin' less to the truth, I'm the streets of the South Hoes on my swag, cuz' the diamond's on my mouth But I move low key, posted in the trap Raw wit' the rap to put my hood on the map I'ma do this shit for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat And my partner named Screw, so I let the trunk crack What they know about that, hataz' betta' chill Plus I'm packin' sumtin' that they classifiy as steel Reppin' my block, still doin' my thang Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang Screwed up click, I'ma let the world know Before it's all over, we could make the world slow
[Chorus - Trae] You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top Loc's on my face and my grill so clean Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew
[Verse 2 - Yung Joc] Talk to em' 65' Impala, Chevy SS The top dissapear, see the clear VVS I guess you know the name, yeen' gotta say it When I say it's goin' down, S-K start sprayin' Block E-N-T and A-B-N niggas in charge Errbody muggin, niggas face stiff as starch I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it Hey fuck the semi-auto, my niggas pack fullest We bulleys on the block, the hustle don't stop It's eat whatchu' kill, that's the model off top Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town Tell em' this the shakedown, lay face down Me and my nigga Trae gettin cake now Splittin' down the middle fifty fifty that's the breakdown Baby keep yo' face down, and don't talk back You can find me in the hood, nigga distribute packs
[Chorus - Trae] You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top Loc's on my face and my grill so clean Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew
[Verse 3 - Trae] Hop out the block like I'm still hittin stains Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name Yellow VS1's got me switchin’ up the game Might hop, flop, top droppin’ like the rain Hoes talk down, Trae neva’ get mad Lyrics so screwed, still checkin’ my swag Got me certified playa since the day of my birth Grab a couple million, and I can show you what I'm worth Sittin’ so low, everytime I come down Trunk just popped, so I'm showin’ my surround 84's got me tippin’ so low to the ground Still hittin’ licks, movin’ off the Greyhound Watch it for the laws, I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ da time Gotta getcha wit my prime, ain’t gon’ stoppin’ my shine I advise that they let the truth to the throne If you say I ain’t the realest, say bitch you dead wrong
[Chorus - Trae] You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top Loc's on my face and my grill so clean Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew
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Compositores: Frazier O Thompson Iii (BMI), Jasiel Almon T Robinson (Yung Joc) (BMI), Leroy WilliamsEditores: Granny Man Publishing (BMI), Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #2297038 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM