Realist Rhymin

(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 can't 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 plex Showin' you boys how it is in Texas Smoke weed, drivin' reckless Boppas jock, haters knock A nigga like me gonna bleed the block Comin' down, tops drop, trunks pop Reed to Scott Can't stop the shine bump & grind again One mo' up in ya sto' 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 Soul shuttin' them doors but the game ain't complete Until the fourth one release best to check yo shit Another hit for ya'll to get Southwest or Select-O-Hits I'm da shit bitch!I know you smell the odor Pressed cruise control I slam the doors on a Rover Sippin syrup and soda maintain yo composure E.S.G done signed with Wreckshop you know the game 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 at I-Hop Watch the trunk still go pop H-Town playas can't take a loss 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 she 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 Space age pimpin' like MJG 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 young Grissom Baby, its time I kill E.S.G and Platinum Soul, that's ten thousand times a mill So whats the deal all you fake snakes rattle real Better guard yo grill, better keep yo steel A nigga get killed on the battle field We popping pills and paying bills Makin' major deals for the scrill They cop my pump back, fuck a contract All ya'll gonna get killed Scandalous skills, no sex appeal How it feels getting hit with a drill Caps get peeled, Cedric 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 women and grill I done want no deal, I'm a stay independent I done want no deal, I make a mill a minute 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, nigga 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 ain't got a dime Cause see we gonna.. (Chorus) - repeat to end