Testo 02.02.99 - That Mexican OT
Testo della canzone 02.02.99 (That Mexican OT), tratta dall'album Friday Night: Rap Mix
Rocco, please
(Skelez, oh my God)
Can't nobody tell me shit 'cause I got cutters, motherfucker
Bitch, I'm Virgil 'til I die, no, I can't be nobody other
Told my choppa that the only thing we got is just each other
I'm the type that need the walls up when they bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ain't fucked your sister, bitch, I'm just a motherfucker
Nah, I'm lyin', I knocked her ass down too, and we got in lots of trouble, ugh
"Fuck Mexican OT and fuck his raps, he's just a bitch"
Ho, I'm Virgil 'til I die, and, oh, yes, sir, I'm with the shits (fah, fah, fah, fah)
On 288, swingin' elbows like I'm in the UFC
My choppa got a mind of its own, so if it shoot, it ain't on me
I stay after F because I'm a G, bad bitch with me, she stay on fleek
Miami Heat, up and shoot, shoot a three
Call my choppa "Kick" because it knock out a knee
Yes, bitch, I'm cut-throat, no love, ho, we gon' get 'em done, foe
Hop out with these sticks, I told my tío, "Let that mug blow"
Mismatch my designer, got me feelin' like I'm Lud Foe
If the bitch can't afford my watch, then I ain't got time for an itty-bitty broke ho (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
Can't nobody tell me shit 'cause I got cutters, motherfucker
Bitch, I'm Virgil 'til I die, no, I can't be nobody other
Told my choppa that the only thing we got is just each other
I'm the type that need the walls up when they bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I was deep in that water, swimmin' with them fishes, 'em crash dummy missions, I was jumpin' fences
I came outta the mud like a victim of ditches, e'rywhere I go, got a Glock in my britches
Cut 'em up, now the doctor givin' 'em some stitches, a beam on the yopper, I ain't never missin'
Double Ds on the cutter, Nina got extensions, in the Southside of Texas, double cup, we sippin'
Southside steppin', I'm player made, I pour up a four, mix it with Minute Maid
If it's drama you want, we pull up where you stay, I ain't callin' 'em 'cause I want deep hitter stains
Ready for war, I'm strapped up like a soldier, the tooley gon' knock his head right off his shoulder
I'm actin' a fooley while pushin' a stolo, my grandma make cookies, they got me on slow-mo
Virgil, you have everything under control, it is all in your mind
The world is now in your hands
Finish him
Can't nobody tell me shit 'cause I got cutters, motherfucker
Bitch, I'm Virgil 'til I die, no, I can't be nobody other
Told my choppa that the only thing we got is just each other
I'm the type that need the walls up when they bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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Writer(s): Virgil R Gazca, Adrian Joel Lara, Rocco Thomas Roy
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