Randy B. - The Wake Up lyrics

(Intro) Represent H-Town About to get in this hoe, murder [Verse] Reno the name, purple the city Work every day, no stranger to gritty 10 on the side, back sit pretty Front too, itty bitty committee That's how I roll, that's how I roll Keeping the b**h, never pa**ing the hoe President you a resident, I give you my hoe other hoe, that's amba**ador hoe Cash and I'm packin the dough, after your back hit the floor Burn off the smoke in the wind, burning the gas on the low Can't handle the splash gota go Walk with a blade No matter the place, catch more than a fade Don't get it twisted no braid, I'm here to get paid, I can show if you need visual aid I lean b**h, what the f** is tipsy? Shout to Wes Blanco, mula fiend rolling risky I been sipping out my cup, not giving a single f** Breaking b**hes off, chasin every single buck Got a b**h in Colorado, she go by the name Kayla She got a man, playing with his heart I call her Sega One in Cali too, got a booty like Selena Taste good, always salty, so I call her Margarita Chasing every dollar, I been moving, never snoozing Repping for the city, should be purple rain oozing Drank by the pint, a make a light b**h faint Sin like the devil, be the furthest thing from Saint S-S-Six in the A.M. grinding like sandpaper Eyes low, mind slow, leaning like a taper Sleeves rolled up, creased khakis, Nike kicks Bad b**hes counting money, rolling up, flicking bics Swanging lane to lane, crossing through the intersection Leaning side to side, southbound my direction Collecting all my dough, making bread, get your cake up This is P.C.P. hope you ready for the wake up (Outro) This that new wave Sunnyside, South Acres We never left mother f**er