Southwest Rider

DFW to LAX From LAX back to DFW Check this out, I'm a Souf' West rhymer and a Souf' West rider Check this out (south, south, south, south...) Chorus: People won't stop he's flaming hot Ooh, the boy's on fire Like collard greens with extra hot sauce I'm a Souf' West rider People won't stop he's flaming hot Ooh, the boy's on fire Like collard greens with extra hot sauce I'm a Souf' West rider Verse 1: New school lyrics and an ol' school twang Watch P.E.A.C.E. lyrically gang bang on these crews Who don't know how to move Fast and troop, like a dashing coupe My styles have you in a position where you can't recoup You awaken in midair between two loose ???, put your mind in rotation There's no preparation to rock the brain Dipped a body in propane, striked a match against the flame Ain't it a shame? I'm dippin' in the fast lane in a black van Proper rims and bomb ass bass Camera with detachable face When the sun hits my shit it's like glossy I run a hundred and fifty five horseys Step back up off me Who are you? who? [Hook] Verse Two: I'm a fancy vocal habit Yes, Nancy hoped and grab it Less than nothin', bluffin', like she ain't sufferin' I know how it go When you're broke you roll slow When you're rich you speed and shit But I ain't supposed to flow What? you sure? you's a lie I'mma do that every chance I get, though Spit all you in a ??? Now how does it feel to be put in a miss, oh You did it to me, I'mma do it for you Eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth I'm gonna make a real supper for you You can saddle up and ride I'm a ????? Or you can stick around and await your doom Just tell Rufus here what you want on your tomb Two hours later, in a saloon Poker playin', piano man's pushin' tunes Prostitutes are swayin' props, brushes and brooms Now I check out what happened when it took a chime for noon Grabbed my sasprilla and I stepped outside I noticed immediately it was mighty quiet ?? got my horse and ready to ride And something told P.E.A.C.E. to look to his right [Hook] Oh, you gon' feel me, here have a sock(?) I back up three or four feet, them lead buckles and a body drops Stupid motherfucker wanna steal from P.E.A.C.E And get a deal and go out on a rhyming spree Hell, no, not at my expense Man, I'm tellin' you I'm tired of this Now you gon' make me react on some violent shit Don't try to get your punk ass where I'm tryin' to sit And when I speak on it, you wanna hit me with the nonsense But if I clutch you upside your head, I get all the proper responses And you know how to find this Cool wit' what I do, I ain't lying this is all true I'm honest, oh, you gon' feel me [Hook] Uh huh I'm a Souf' west rider Uh huh I'm a Souf' west rider Well, I'm riding on an elephant From LA to the South Y'all relax Cause I'm hot Ooh, it hot in here