Southwest Anthem

[Intro - Boobonic] + (Mr.) Southwest anthem (Uh huh) [Chorus x2 - Boobonic] + (Girl) Baby who the chicks coming with (Most Wanted) The beef is on, who they running wit (Most Wanted) Playa hating, on that click shit (Most done it) When it's I, who they get (Niggas don't want it) [Verse 1] [Mr.] See these niggas talk shit, and scared to bust grapes [Boo] A man them niggas ain't real at all, they just fake [Mr.] It's Mr. and Boobonic, the realest since P. Johnson [Boo] + (Mr.) Aiyyo, y'all niggas just wishing for death, like C. Bronson I get y'all, hit y'all, (spit to ya flick fall) Money getting, it, all, get poor (shit naw) Flick raw, and get them hoes to the tele (Bitch you ever think that you could get his bitch) ask Kelly [Boo] I get head deli, and smack niggas for hating [Mr.] Aiyyo, nigga have my dough on time, I hate waiting [Boo] Mr., what you do to niggas that think this shit sweet [Mr.] + (Boobonic) Hit 'em up, then I toss they bodies, in cops creek Or trunk 'em, bury 'em, living like true mobsters Do 'em like Hammer (how's that) too proper [Boo] + (Mr.) Aiyyo, I aim real good, I only need a two-shotter Don't worry 'bout ya bitch (why not) cause Boo got her, come on [Chorus x2] [Verse 2 - Boobonic] Aiyyo my whole twist, is to freeze my whole wrist Just to seem like me, niggas fuck my old bitch Y'all niggas twenty on pump four, gased up That slut you call ya girl, I got her ass up Y'all some fake niggas, type say his bitch model And pour three Coronas, in an empty Cris' bottle And that's when I come through, cross you like A.I And you could smack the shit outt Boobonic, the day I Change for a bitch Of course niggas gon' say I change cause I'm rich My Range got change for a Six, but 'Bonic ain't change for a bit I still hang and do the same shit, see the game getting Upset wit a few niggas, (who nigga) You niggas (who), them hating 'Boo niggas Can I help that my age, don't match my money (no) And that my bitch, don't match ya honey (no) All that I felt (no) and um, I got dough (no) And um, I pop Mo' (no) and um, I rock shows (no) Cause God gave me the time that I got That's why I stay away from flamable shit, because I'm hot, come on [Chorus x2] [Verse 3 - Mr.] + (Boobonic) Look you never seen a nigga like M-R-Dot I'm like Puff, you can't hold me down, or can't stop (In a) SL drop, (wit a) ten shot Glock (I'ma) thug like Pac, I'm hot, what you forgot That I got the game locked, trust me, can't touch me Niggas going nuts, if they think they could bust me I ball like Webber, Most Wanted got chedda All that Beretta, chromed out Careva And you can't stay in the rain, wit umbrellas From Junior Black Mafia, the ghetto Good Fellas Fucking cop tellers, running quick to snitch (So you) sweet fruit gangstas, get banana clips (And they) need seat belts, from the way they ride dick (Uh huh) and click get hit, no trial for you pal (Aw) Right before the hearing, (uh) from one shot, booyaoh Think you niggas new now, whatcha gon' do now [Chorus x4] [Outro - Girl] ...Most Wanted ...Most Wanted ...Most done it ...Niggas don't want it