Yungstar

Ridin on Benz sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces
Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall,
Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall

(Yungstar)
Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow
with a pocket full of money but i gots to get mo
standin grain my body swang as i swoop from lane to lane
to be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain
jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me,
since i've wanna be a balla got the world wanna watch me,
don't hate just wait for me to skate down ya street
bald out smoke a sweet with benjamin franklins on my feet
ball fade hit em with shades never afros and braids,
we stackin can of raid cause all roaches getting sprayed
not cappin just a reala still making playa choices,
show da gat, show da horses, hear my name in different voices,
Juiced up and toed down on my flip makin my rounds,
smellin' like a pound drippin finna paint to tires,
makin way how I play leanin' hard unless you doze
Hopped up huggin Lo's,
with mansion floors and starchy clothes.

chorus 2X

(Lil' Flex)
Man, dats da Garden for real flippin' lexus to Seil
Mashin 90 on the feeder
with a dark senorita
and some long haired Italian,
piece and chain medalion,
my currency increasin, I'm droppin 50 on they gallon,
i gots to come froze, but they all say I'm cold
flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold,
I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek,
Flex tatted on my arm, Hieroglyphics maybe Greek
Never brag never boast, fly'n coast to coast
on da Plane sip da drank
eat'n scrambled eggs and toast
Chingale my padre,bought a Lexus for my madre
We in a bubble lense smoking swishas on the highway
parking on the sand, jumping up outta the van
Bezentine around my neck diamonds glissenin on my hand
watch us spin heads with my cranberry red
remote controlled vcr stretch burbon with beds
double stretch limosuine
twanky inch bezentine.
i live my life upon a hustla could it all be a dream,
Exotic beaches and pieces, white tigers on leashes
Me and Shane on the way to the lake, the crush Lexus increases
in this game on a mission
Blainted up expedition,
you ain't gotta be all in my face
I blind you hoes from a distance,
chandeliers in my den,
blowin' smoke in the wind
you can catch me in a 600 or a big body benz.

chorus 2x

(Lil' Flex)
I'ma bring spice to your life brang heat to your summer
Indo beaches in my crib glass bullet proof hummer
I'm shakin off all these leaches
Leave these ghetto girls speechless
Twin boppers by my side this strawberry thats peaches
Candy drip on that leather
Got my groove back with Stella
Riding north to the moon light cause of the millenium jetter
To much ice for us both cause I'm a south-western soldier
I'm knocking singles off the shelves like my name Sammy Sosa
Lord ways gotta get better way for met o show
Pop me a meter and don't show until four
A million ways to get paid
Got my what versace shades got two g's for a hook
And a z for a faid
I'm the neighbor hood jimmy
Slash heavy weight menace
I don flip a flock a birds like a nation wide gymnist
24 hours maintaning doors tall like chambers
Went to trial and judge judy hit me with open containers
Cuz I'm everthing

(Lil' James)
Gon be everything I gots to get mine
It takes time to shine thats my reason for rhymes
On cloud 9 I'm fine tring to walk the thin line
Put the past behind move forward and grind
Ain't nothing change in my game bout me being Lil' James
I can't settle for less I gots to be everything
Blowing jane swangin and grain makin you hoes look strange
Its a shame how they complain about me having thangs
I want fortune not fame paid clothes and remains
Cause if ain't about faces then it don't make sense
I'm on the roll to success another complishment
Acomodated resident my butler will brang refreshment
Chit chat is inrelevent on facts so I'm tellin
Moving swift house clever swangin glass on leather

(Chorus)
Grippin grain grippin grain
We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya
(them yung g's are so real)
We roll thangs sweet reeling round ya corner
(tell me whats the deal yeah yeah)
We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya
(can you feel me )
We roll thangs sweet wheelin round ya corner
(them yung g's are so real)

Well I'm grippin grain candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings
Viper jets and choo choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane

Living life well give me a call
Blind the guard whats happening boys
Fancy toys we bring the noise
C-Nile flipping youngster star

We got candy cars body guards walkie talkies cellulars
84's remote controls TV with the VCR

Watching a flick school or click
Drop another platinum hits
Watching my weight get back and braid
Got em all like halamade

Millionaire rapstar billionaire with Jaguars
Beauty queens with no flaws when I pass they show bras
I'm lil made sashay shade all my clothes Taylor made
Lorenzos and razor blades flip and Yungstar getting paid

Dropping our weight chop a blade
Blaze the hay got hoes for days
Acrobats Bentley and Jag Bentley with the paper tags
Me and ducoup in the coupe drop the top and raise the roof
Diamond rocks in every tooth c nile all about the loot

Now I can't sleep at night
Pulling out my ice the day will come for us to ride on leather
I'm not worried bout a thing popping diamonds on my pinky ring
We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya
Now there was playa plex with the Eastcoast
But the Southside holding it down we grippin grain
We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya
I just wanna roll with you

We grippin grain down south cause its time to get paid
Big willie new come phillie money hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but there aint nuthin better
Than a top dropper trunk popper Down South go getter
No chasing cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun
Now im waving my one cause my job is done
Nationwide here I come praise wood in my trunk
Swinging wide bubble eyes banging screwed or funked
They didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected
>From a nigga whose neighborhood is strait drug and Benz'
Holding down our plexes swinging wide in my Lexus
Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss through Texas
Feelin good on the lean tossed up looking clean
Baggettes bezetines 50 rocks in my ring
Though my diamonds don't glitter when I'm up on the scene
And they be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid looking clean

(Chorus)
They telling me its going down on the southside of town
We grippin grain
We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya
I just wan to roll with you

And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast throwin down for sure
Ain't a roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough
Gotta gleam some more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin
My ac blowin candy glowing all across the nation
Drop my weight somebody hatin

I'm lil pat carrying yung grippin grain just for fun
Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called number one
Playa would feeling good showin off you wish you could
Diamonds up against the wood

Does his thing near every hood

Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky close to clut

You looking real good keep showin up

Jump in the hearse driving in circles dropping screen watchin Urkel
Turn the channel now im watching Kirk

Eject that tape out cut the verse from the side to back in the Cadillac
Still two corners round Mr. Crat
Slangin gots a hun' showed sum yung
And the niggas all got lil Barbara sprung
Raise the wheels aint fuck with the real
flipping double 0 seal in the racer feel
Blaze to kill buy some here candy red they gots to spill
(Chorus)

You can buy me diamonds
or lot's of ice
you could buy me a benz
and not ask the Price
better yours than mine
I won't take a dime
But if it's comming out my pocket every thing is fine
We can spend the cash
And Ill let you flash
I'm too playa for dat there
So you can go ahead and pass
I like shinning too
even rhyming too
I got other female friends just as fine as you
I do things for you
you do things for me
I'm as real as real get's and it's plain to see
But first time a front
took you out to lunch
spent 50 on your food
you aint eat that much
you better ask you friends
I'll smash some twins
I peep game from a distance
like a contact lenz
so let me swing your wheel
in your red seville
I put food on these tables
you can pay these bills


You triflinnnnn
Hoodrat roaching
Type of sistas
Were T.Y.P
Dem roaching hoes we always miss em'
we ballas
When times get hard
We need a woman to help us out
And never,
A girl like you who don't know what a players about

Chorus:
Can you pay my cell phone bill
Put Baggets in my grill
Buy a house on a hill
Then maybe we can chill
if you can't come through
then you gone get the boot


verse 2:

hold up
every thing was gravy
Till you started talking about them dollars
Trying to be another gangsta boo
But, Uh Imma make you holla holla
Like J-rule Imma act a fool
can't get a dime from oweing me
Better ask my partner
That boy lil Marcus
Can't get that F y b to the e
That's J-five
we struggling to strive
Up in this thing for finner things
breaking up all these plots and schemes
can you put a bling bling up in my ring
That's your best friend Im talking Baggets
If you really wanna uh keep it real
Baby I'll drop half on the bills
But you need to chill and keep it real
And that's 50/50 not 80/20
Tryin to stack my paper up real tall and long
Talking down on my name like Jenny jones
Blowing up my phone
cause Im ridding on chrome
better leave me alone
And get lil daddy to pay your bills
Cause you don't know nown playa wit my skills
So you better chill and Keep it real

Can you pay my cell phone bill
Put Baggets in my grill
Buy a house on a hill
Then maybe we can chill
if you can't come through
then you gone get the boot

Can you pay my cell phone bill
Put Baggets in my grill
Buy a house on a hill
Then maybe we can chill
if you can't come through
then you gone get the boot

Can you pay my cell phone bill
Put Baggets in my grill
Buy a house on a hill
Then maybe we can chill
if you can't come through
then you gone get the boot

Can you pay my cell phone bill
Put Baggets in my grill
Buy a house on a hill
Then maybe we can chill
if you can't come through
then you gone get the boot

Hook:

I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see
I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP
I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East
I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC

(Yungstar)
I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on my Impala, Don Paula on my rottweiller
I-10 hauler, Twin Benz's is gonna follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road, Straight Profit sold'em,
I fitna' explode'em
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm, can't forget Moet along
I'm hopping out, I'm lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Let it be understood, Southwest is my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the millenium Straight Profit sells a million copies
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
In a Y double O and my a.c. blowin' snow
I'ma let me grass gleam, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control, big screens, and ice bezeltynes

Hook:

I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see
I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP
I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East
I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC

(Slikk Breeze)
I'ma Lafayette hauler I been a shot caller
My Georgia Perion, better known as the hogger
These boys talking down on these streets of H-Town
Blowing killer smoke by the pine
Hit em up, spit em up
I-10 connect
Laf. Texas, Straight Profit, putting boys on they back
How you feel about that
You better grab for your gat
When you walking through yo crib
I'm beatin yo girl from the back
So body rock, body rock, body rock to dis
Haters standing in my way they got Laf. Tex pissed
Wooday, chop chop keep my hand on my glock
Candy Red on my Benz time to put back the top
I'ma crawl down slow puffing on the Optimo
I'ma come down real on my tippy tippy toe
Down the high way, the fly way
I'ma come down cuz you know it's my way, my way

Hook:

I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see
I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP
I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East
I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC

(Yungstar)
I done got better, now let me move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, all the way to the millenium
They used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- my Bentley got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Dre in Alabama, virtual reality Caravan
Double doors and marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin down, These niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grill we in the wind
Blaze in the Ben and I can't forget the den
The boo went down to Rueben's
I'm watchin on a movie
Drop da top its cotton and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon
Drive with my title off the lot, David Taylor

Hook:

I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see
I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP
I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East
I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC

Ridin on Benz sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces
Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall,
Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall

(Yungstar)
Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow
with a pocket full of money but i gots to get mo
standin grain my body swang as i swoop from lane to lane
to be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain
jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me,
since i've wanna be a balla got the world wanna watch me,
don't hate just wait for me to skate down ya street
bald out smoke a sweet with benjamin franklins on my feet
ball fade hit em with shades never afros and braids,
we stackin can of raid cause all roaches getting sprayed
not cappin just a reala still making playa choices,
show da gat, show da horses, hear my name in different voices,
Juiced up and toed down on my flip makin my rounds,
smellin' like a pound drippin finna paint to tires,
makin way how I play leanin' hard unless you doze
Hopped up huggin Lo's,
with mansion floors and starchy clothes.

chorus 2X

(Lil' Flex)
Man, dats da Garden for real flippin' lexus to Seil
Mashin 90 on the feeder
with a dark senorita
and some long haired Italian,
piece and chain medalion,
my currency increasin, I'm droppin 50 on they gallon,
i gots to come froze, but they all say I'm cold
flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold,
I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek,
Flex tatted on my arm, Hieroglyphics maybe Greek
Never brag never boast, fly'n coast to coast
on da Plane sip da drank
eat'n scrambled eggs and toast
Chingale my padre,bought a Lexus for my madre
We in a bubble lense smoking swishas on the highway
parking on the sand, jumping up outta the van
Bezentine around my neck diamonds glissenin on my hand
watch us spin heads with my cranberry red
remote controlled vcr stretch burbon with beds
double stretch limosuine
twanky inch bezentine.
i live my life upon a hustla could it all be a dream,
Exotic beaches and pieces, white tigers on leashes
Me and Shane on the way to the lake, the crush Lexus increases
in this game on a mission
Blainted up expedition,
you ain't gotta be all in my face
I blind you hoes from a distance,
chandeliers in my den,
blowin' smoke in the wind
you can catch me in a 600 or a big body benz.

chorus 2x

Ridin on Benz sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces
Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall,
Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall

(Yungstar)
Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow
with a pocket full of money but i gots to get mo
standin grain my body swang as i swoop from lane to lane
to be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain
jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me,
since i've wanna be a balla got the world wanna watch me,
don't hate just wait for me to skate down ya street
bald out smoke a sweet with benjamin franklins on my feet
ball fade hit em with shades never afros and braids,
we stackin can of raid cause all roaches getting sprayed
not cappin just a reala still making playa choices,
show da gat, show da horses, hear my name in different voices,
Juiced up and toed down on my flip makin my rounds,
smellin' like a pound drippin finna paint to tires,
makin way how I play leanin' hard unless you doze
Hopped up huggin Lo's,
with mansion floors and starchy clothes.

chorus 2X

(Lil' Flex)
Man, dats da Garden for real flippin' lexus to Seil
Mashin 90 on the feeder
with a dark senorita
and some long haired Italian,
piece and chain medalion,
my currency increasin, I'm droppin 50 on they gallon,
i gots to come froze, but they all say I'm cold
flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold,
I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek,
Flex tatted on my arm, Hieroglyphics maybe Greek
Never brag never boast, fly'n coast to coast
on da Plane sip da drank
eat'n scrambled eggs and toast
Chingale my padre,bought a Lexus for my madre
We in a bubble lense smoking swishas on the highway
parking on the sand, jumping up outta the van
Bezentine around my neck diamonds glissenin on my hand
watch us spin heads with my cranberry red
remote controlled vcr stretch burbon with beds
double stretch limosuine
twanky inch bezentine.
i live my life upon a hustla could it all be a dream,
Exotic beaches and pieces, white tigers on leashes
Me and Shane on the way to the lake, the crush Lexus increases
in this game on a mission
Blainted up expedition,
you ain't gotta be all in my face
I blind you hoes from a distance,
chandeliers in my den,
blowin' smoke in the wind
you can catch me in a 600 or a big body benz.

chorus 2x

(*talking*)
Ha ha, 2000 and 1
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
Getting off my chest, know I'm saying
Cut these all the way off people, feel me
Yeah, this how it go, fa sho

(Z-Ro)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro
Never been a hoe, never been a broad
Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God
One time, gotta keep it real
Got gold and diamonds in my grill
I'm for real, doing it like a song
Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long
Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game
Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change
Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle
Hold up my nigga, one day we gon bubble
Nigga we'll shine, we gon put it down
I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time
Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup
Riding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuck
About the law, nigga fuck the FED
I'm up in the game, just to stack a big head
Family getting fed, me and my wife wed
I'ma come down, I'm a Southiside vet

(Hook: Bettye Sterling)
Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside
Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside

(Z-Ro)
Like a drama bull, plus I got pull
When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool
Popping handle bars, popping a X
I don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chest
And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack
Ain't no turning back, once I get the stack
Once I ain't cutting no slack, up in the game
Said it one time, now everybody know my name
Hollin' Ro, do another show
Wanted me to swang down, on another 4
Charge twenty grand, for a show
Plus, I want half of the do'
In this rap game, to get all the do'
I'ma come down, I got my shine on glow
Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio
R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though

(Hook: Bettye Sterling)

(Z-Ro)
Hold up, cause we balling
See us coming down looking good, and we crawling
Ain't falling, I ain't stalling
Coming down outta town, birds I'm hauling
To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind
I'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shine
All in they face, like a motherfucking moon
A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton
Sitting in the microphone booth, going off
Working with the hard, working with the soft
In the motherfucking game, stacking my change
I'm in the motherfucking zone mayn
On my motherfucking block, it go down
I'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town
Know I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying

(Hook: Bettye Sterling - 3x)