Realist Rhymin' (feat. Lil’ Flip)

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(feat. Lil'Flip) [Chorus: E.S.G.] Buy the car, buy the house Fuck the wife, fuck the spouse Throw the diamonds in our mouth Realist rhymin in the south Back to back, track to track None of ya'll niggas cant fuck wit that E.S.G and Wreckshop you know we makin paper stack [Verse One: E.S.G.] Buy the mansion, buy the Lexus Buy the nine to squash the plexin Showin them boys how Houston, Texas Smoke weed, drivin wreckless The barbershop, haters knock A nigga like me gonna bleed the block Comin down trunks pop tops drop Comin down we free to stock Cant stop the shine bump & grind again One slow up in ya slow independent top ten I made mistakes in '98, 99 will be better 88 degrees feel like some pop roof weather Hell what them haters say E.S.G on the scene Platinum sole shuttin them doors but the game aint complete Until the fourth one release you niggas check yo shit Another hit is all they get southwest will slang them hits I'm da shit bitch!I know you smell the odor Stretched cruise control I slam the doors on a Rover Sippin syrup and soda maintain yo composer E.S.G done signed with Wreckshop you know the games over [Chorus] [Verse Two: Lil'Flip] In my mouth diamonds glarin Wearin nothin but Donna Karen Ridin red turnin heads, always keep a yellow starin Buy a house I'll buy the block Buy the boat and I'm a buy the dock Sittin sideways still I hop Watch the trunk still go pop H-Town playas cant take the lost Playin football like Marshall Faulk Sippin codine to cure my cough Full time playa just like Big H.A.W.K Make Em say Ugh like Master P Do the body rock like P-A-T Swang and bang like E.S.G G's and Ballers like H.$.E If I'm chillin with a girl it gotta be a star If I hold a white cup it gotta be the barre Blue, black, or red don't touch my car Screwed Up Click is who we are 25 lighters like D.M.D 20 inch rims on GMC's Playstation flippin like GMG To let the world know I'm Sucka Free Like Botany Boys I'm Mr. G Living the life of Luxury F-L-I-P is who I be hittin a switch wit A.P We millionaires and billionaires Flyin to shows in a rocket The money you make in a year I got that in my pocket! [Chorus] [Verse Three: E.S.G.] Better (?)ya to tux let the Klu Klux know That I'm a blast ya Heard how ya done James Byrd down up in Jasper Ask Shawn, Chris, & Baby its time I kill E.S.G and Platinum Sole that's ten thousand times a mill So whats the deal all you fake snakes rattle still Better guard yo grill better keep yo sill A nigga get killed on the battle field We popping pills and paying bills Make a man steal for the scrill They pop my pump back fuck a contract All ya'll gonna get killed Scandlous skills no sex appeal This is how it feels getting hit with a drill Caps we peel high as a hill And you know the crowds I thrill And from here on to Nashville you know we lookin trill We still comin down with the one minute grill I done want no deal I'm a stay independent I done want no deal I make a mill a minute Then hit the mall and spend it And you know I'm drippin wet Comin threw the door polo'ed down wit Noke D and D Reck G's, some niggas be yellin ki's, some niggas be yellin hustlas Some niggas be yellin bustas, some niggas be yellin glocks Some niggas be yellin nines But to tell the truth ya'll niggas aint got a dime Cause see we gonna.. [Chorus: repeat to end]