Knocking Pictures Off da Wall (feat. Yungstar)

Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis

With the hot spots on your black and red faces

Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall

Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall

Yeah, I come around your block, turning heads and riding slow

With a pocket full of money, but I got to get more

Standing grand, my body the same

Yeah, I swoop from lane to lane

To be train without a bang, like a piece without a chain

Jack me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me

Sisters want to be a ball, I got the real one to watch me

Don't hate, just wait for me to skate down your street

For all guys smoking sweet, for bitter and Franklin's on my feet

For all fade, hit a vachette, never F-rolls and braid

Be second to can of Ray, 'cause all roaches getting sprayed

Not capping, just real and still making player choices

So to get short with the horses, hear my name in different voices

Juiced up and toe-lined on my flip, making my rhymes

Smellin' like a wine, drippin', feelin' a pinch of time

Makin' way, how I play, leanin' hard, don't let you doze

Popped up, huddlin', bold and matchin' flows (let's see)

Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis

With the hot spots on your black and red faces

Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall

Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall

Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis

With the hot spots on your black and red faces

Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall

Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall

I'm still sittin' frenzied with all my frenzied

Watch a hot wild Y2K that's convincing

Still driving reckless, drink bubble like Lexi

Puppet can't fall, likes to play save the texas

Watch out, grip rain, crab in, red stain, I'ma leave it in the rain

Popped truck and they goin' same, what's up to the chain?

And I'ma play a little play and blindin'

Halls from a distance, piece of chain, we'll beget

T-shirt and diggers I clean, black ass on chest, wrist and finger (fingers)

Down in the China, throw ya, for Cadillac, Benz's and Beamer (Beamers)

See we be flossin' in Texas, with DVDs in the list

Droppers on choppers with records and blinded boys with our necklaces

With AC bangin' for fame, we terrorizin' the block

Jim and LeWayne, grippin' the rain, pullin' up at the spot

You know we got the show right, it's as you see it in the dope

That boy G-R-A-C-E gon' let the whole world know

Down south we swangin' and bangin', plus we be bouncin' and turnin'

Remote controls make you roll, and all our switches be burnin'

Them white cubs be mad at King, sure, probably soldiers

They made it, grace in their face, and they hate it

Can't help but congratulate it, it's our turn

So let it burn, spark it up like some churn

We knockin' pictures off the wall, make them listen and learn

Turnin' head, blue, black, or red, as we be down your block

Swangin' thangs and grippin' grains, rollin' 20s to chop (blow)

Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis

With the hot spots on your black and red faces

Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall

Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall

Ridin', blowin' G's, sippin' on the daily basis

With the hot spots on your black and red faces

Lince damn Lopez face, you're looking good and standing tall

Beatin' down your block, knocking pictures off your wall (wall)