Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 24's, artist - Bun B. Album song Whut It Dew 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.11.2005
Record label: 101 Distribution
Song language: English
24's |
| You can find me on 24's |
| Blowin' on a pound of dro |
| Getting gone in the wind |
| Sitting behind tint |
| Getting bent |
| You can’t see me |
| But you smell the smoke |
| Oh yeah |
| Now what you know bout the H town |
| Clutch city the throwdest |
| With them big body slab swangers on the grind |
| And you know this |
| Got them buttons and bumper kits |
| Them buckles and belts |
| With pop trunk, shiny grill |
| Keeping it Trill with ourself |
| We break left and lack turn to the right |
| And bust his Glock off — what |
| And if one time roll up |
| We ain’t fittin turn this knock off |
| I’m a crank this surround up |
| And show him my thang |
| And if we need us another corner to slang |
| It ain’t a thang |
| We got that 3rd Ward, that Yellowstone, 5th Ward and the Acres |
| Dirty dub back to the Southside we fulla bar breakers |
| So anywhere you want to take us |
| Guarantee you can show him up |
| I’m a crank him like a seal on a PT and pour him up |
| Paul Wall the OG Ron see to slow him up |
| So if ya’ll reppin some down ass hoods player than throw 'em up |
| Keep the Trillness in front of me and them haters behind me |
| So Magic if you’re lookin Bum be this how you gone find me… my nigga |
| How? |
| I’m on the 10 goin' West and I’m heading straight to the H |
| From Louisiana got money to make |
| They got some bitches I didn’t cut |
| Some clubs I didn’t crash |
| Some bars I haven’t run up the tab on a nigga ass |
| Neglecting my nuts I work too much |
| Fuck gettin' tipsy tryin' to get fucked up |
| I need some rup to sip |
| So I can lean in my cut dogg |
| Eyes focused on pussy |
| Run some G on a damn broad |
| I’m with Bun and Mike Gizzle |
| Sippin' and dippin' til at least 7 in the morn |
| My 24's I call them the hoe catchers |
| Catch the type of hoes that wouldn’t usually sweat ya |
| Bet cha I do it bigger than ya’ll |
| 40 gals on call to entertain my dogs |
| Just bring me some good and a big fat goo |
| So I can puff and blow smoke on a hater like you |
| Makin money is all I know |
| 24's is all I roll |
| Killa dro that’s all I blow |
| In the lime light I shine and glow |
| Mr Magic and Bun be want to live lavish then come with me |
| As I flip the script in my Humvee |
| Grindin for my currency |
| 281−330−8004 hit Mike Jones up on the low |
| 'cause Mike Jones about to blow |
| I’m in a Lex |
| Black on black ballin' |
| 24's and up when I’m crawlin |
| Grind daily to keep from fallin |
| Got hot now majors callin |
| I’m Mike Jones |
| Puttin down for Swisher house |
| Princess cuts all in my mouth |
| Representin that dirty South |
| Stay on the grind from 9 to 9 |
| Hope and pray one day I’ll shine |
| Body Head, Swisher House and Middle Fingers we on the |
| Grind |
| I’m in a Benz on Lorenz 24's in the wind |
| My daily routine is pimpin pens |
| I’m Mike Jones |
| Who? |
| Mike Jones |
| Who? |
| Mike Jones |
| Swisher House and Body Head baby |
| Listen partner |
| You’re to wet behind the ears |
| And you’re to dry on the nose |
| Know what I’m talking about |
| What you need to do is help yourself up in the slab |
| Catch a corner with a Trill player like myself |
| I’m a flip you through H Town |
| Know what I’m sayin |
| I’m a keep it real with you |
| I’m a pour ya skee taste, know what I’m sayin |
| I’m a twist you up a Swisher you know what I’m sayin |
| Go on and hit the North Side, South Side, South West |
| I got them Body Head boys with me baby |
| It don’t get no Triller than this here |
| No what I’m talking about |