Lil' Flip - Starched & Cleaned lyrics

Let's do it! (Chorus) (4x) Starched and cleaned Poppin' out lookin' good I still represent the same... neighborhood (Verse 1 - Lil' Flip) Aye... the whole world like "Flip where the f**k you been?" On vacation, ridin' in my Maybach Benz (yeaahh) I'm swangin' left and right like I ain't got no license The nine on my hip I call it "Iron" Mike Tyson And you already know what we mix our Sprites in (sizzurp) Yellow gold that's where we dip our ice in (bling!) Your hoes that's where we stick our pipes in Homie I'm freeestylin', I'm not writin' Man I be reppin' Texas way harder than y'all (harder than y'all) I'm a millionaire dawg, I'm way smarter than y'all (smart than y'all) I got 15 pieces, cars with no leases A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream, you know I'm (Chorus) (4x) (Verse 2 - Lil' Flip) Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone I be rollin' hella chrome Clover watch with yellow stones (I'm shinin'!) Cook the work then get it gone Break it down to all zones and don't be talkin' on your phone (hello... cause we grindin'!) See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's gla** now Ya be ridin' on 3's, you ain't like them Clover G's I got a ticket at the light cause my rims ain't stop (stop!) And I hope he don't smell all this smoke comin' out You know the Clover G's first, then Sqad-Up next (next) So all my enemies you better guard ya chest (yep!) Cause everyday I'm fly now, yeah my paper high now And I represent the Screwed Up Click until I die ha! (Chorus) (4x) (Verse 3 - Big Pokey) I'm a H-Town n***a (Tex) Stay down n***a Parkin' out at the club, at the playground n***a (aye) I don't lay down n***a (why?) I lay n***as down (how many?) I rock Sean John lining, and I don't play around I push mo' teeth than the motiff I get my grind on homie Everything starched down, like I gotta get my eye on (pop my collar) And I still represent the same neighborhood (what's that?) Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood (aye) I'm a hood n***a, tight white, white ones Bad b**hes get head pinned I'mma go pull out the right ones I shine like diamonds, swangin' wide with the roof back Cushion the amp with the roof cracked Dawg is hot, I'mma loot that (Verse 4 - Lil' Keke) Ayyyyeee.... I'm poppin' out and lookin 'good fresh out that wood grain Recline the buck and hold the cup befo' I switch lane I'm in that brain stain, where seven disc change It's in the wind, but spinnin' rims when the speed gain (gain) Oh yeah this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned I'm poppin' doors and pullin' hoes befo' I flee the scene They catch us steppin' out with foreign doors and plenty slab It's Don Ke and young Flippa, n***as do the math The doors suicide (cide), the brains blowin' out (blowin' out) It's chrome strutzin', bu*tergutcha, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's S.U.C., Screwston, Texas so we slowed down You sip you drank and get you bank, this is H-Town (Chorus) (5x)