| Let’s do it, starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Aye, the whole world like, «Flip, where the f*** you been?»
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| On vacation, ridin' in my Maybach Benz
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| I’m swangin' left and right like I ain’t got no license
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| The n*** on my hip, I call it Iron Mike Tyson
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| And you already know what we mix our Sprites in
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| Yellow gold, that’s where we dip our ice in
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| Your h***, that’s where we stick our pipes in
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| Homie, I’m free stylin', I’m not writin'
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| Man I be reppin' Texas way harder than y’all
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| I’m a millionaire, d***, I’m way smarter than y’all
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| I got fifteen p***, cars with no leases
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| A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream, you know I’m
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone, I be rollin' hella chrome
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| Clover watch with yellow stones, I’m shinin'
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| Cook the w*** then get it gone, break it down to all zones
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| And don’t be talkin' on your phone, hello, 'cause we grindin'
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| See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's glass now
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| Ya’ll be ridin' on 3's, you ain’t like them Clover G’s
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| I got a ticket at the light 'cause my rims ain’t stop
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| And I hope he don’t smell all this smoke comin' out
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| You know the Clover G’s first, them Squad-Up next
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| So all my enemies, you better guard ya chest
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| 'Cause everyday I’m fly now, yeah, my paper high now
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| And I represent Screwed Up Click until I die
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| I’m a H-Town n***, stay down, n***
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| Parkin' at the club, at the playground, n***
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| I don’t lay down, n***, I lay n*** down
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| I rock Sean John linen and I don’t play around
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| I push more teeth than the motiff, I get my grind on homie
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| Everything starched down like I get my iron on
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| And I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood
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| I’m a hood, n***, tight, white, white ones
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| Bad b*** get head pinned, I’ma go pull out the right ones
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| I shine like diamonds, swangin' wide with the roof back
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| Cushion the amp with the roof cracked, d***, is hot, I’ma loot that
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| Aye, I’m poppin' out and lookin' good fresh out that wood grain
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| Recline the buck and hold the cup before I switch lane
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| I’m in that brain stain where seven disc change
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| It’s in the wind but spinnin' rims when the speed gain
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| Oh, yeah, this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned
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| I’m poppin' doors and pullin' h*** before I flee the scene
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| They catch us steppin' out with foreign doors and plenty slab
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| It’s Don Ke and young Flippa, n***, do the math
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| They doin' suicide, the brains blowin' out
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| It’s chrome strutzin', buttergutcha, know what I’m talkin' 'bout?
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| It’s S.U.C., Screwston, Texas so we slowed down
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| You sip, you drink and get your brain, this is H-Town
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood
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| Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
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| I still represent the same neighborhood |