E.S.G. - Down Here lyrics

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E.S.G. - Down Here lyrics

(*Scarface*) I want y'all to bust some sh** man And tell these n***az man, that y'all invented That motherf**ing for, every motherf**ing body And they mama, trying to bust man (ha-ha, really though), you know I'm saying man n***az out here man, steal y'all sh** on chrome Ass wanna be E.S.G., kinky a** n***az man Bring they hat to they motherf**ing a** man Let these hoes know how we do it down here [Hook - 2x] (down here), ha we like to roll on dubs (down here), we keep a chicken head up in the club (down here), my thugs they get nothing but love (down here), we off the chain like you thought we was [Slim Thug] I'm from the city of sippers, wood grain wheel grippers Kilo shippers, candy coat car flippers We ride 4's and vogues, with a mouth full of golds Country n***az and hoes, down here is how we roll When something's tight it's thoed, when we shine we hold You got cash cars and clothes, you balling out of control Switching lanes on swinging thangs, that's called swang and bang The club packed from front to back, that club off the chain You got candy rims and beat, then you got you a slab You cooking chickens in the kitchen, boy you off in the lab Boys that hustle they grind, and if your diamonds shine you blind You making money looking good, then you showing your behind You blow endo that's do-do, screwed up means slow mo You ride big body Benz, you riding big body fo' do' Fa sho though you know, how that Texas talk I'm trying to stack my green, I mean fill up my vault [Hook - 2x] [E.S.G] Down here playboy, the gumbo's hot and spicy Twinkies twist and crawfish, my wrist all icy Better watch your wifey, down here we off the hook You was smart that, better back-back take a look I'm from the city where crooks, wear Cardiers and Rolleys In Texas we partnas, in Louisiana they whodies But it's the same thing, on this side of the Mississippi Two hundred dollas a bottle, ain't talking bout Crissy Talking bout codeine, baby fill up my cup 2002 Escalade, Billy grill on my truck Now hold up maan, top down in the Bentley With a bad chick, in my tape Monica Lewinsky Made a mill independent, can't touch me kids Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did (fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly I'm the boss see the cross, hanging off of our bellys [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Keke] I can tell that you boys, got the wrong idea We some slab riding gangstas, get a car every year (down here) we like to ball, play above the rim E.S.G., the young Don and a thug named Slim (down here), we tolerate no type of disrespect Have a b**h acting bad, on that do' and that X (down here), we push 26 sitting low to the flo' And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow (this year), I'm gonna switch it to the platinum frame Do shows with plenty hoes, that be screaming my name (down here), it ain't no telling when you talking bout us Got rocks in both ears, cause that sh** is a must (down here), we break hearts and leave punks for dead We don't claim the blue or red, cause our city is FED (down here), I'm better known as Lil' Keke the Don Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son [Hook - 2x]

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