Know What I'm Talkin' Bout? - C-Note, C-Note, Godfather, Juvenile, Bun B, U.G.K.

This one, got 'em bopping to this

Keep 'em all day in the mall, shopping to this

Riding on them chrome’y blades, steady chopping to this

And I’m in a rag top, steady dropping to this

Know what I’m tal’n bout, one time clocking to this

Cause the bang in the trunk, steady knocking to this

Keep the nine millimeter guns, cocking to this

And you gon know me when you see me, by the rocks on my wrist

Plenty hoes, showing me love

(know I’m tal’n bout), got the Benz sitting on dubs

(know I’m tal’n bout), that’s the way we do in the South

(know I’m tal’n bout), put them diamonds in your mouth

(know I’m tal’n bout), pulling up looking real clean

(know I’m tal’n bout), Navigator filled with screens

(know I’m tal’n bout), got my grill filled with diamonds

(know I’m tal’n bout), got the bumper steady reclining

As you see, I’m from the Third Coast nigga

Balling, what we does most nigga

C-Note, y’all can’t come close nigga

Freeze, so y’all can’t stop my niggas

Got a lot of women, when we up in the club

Walk outside, and we sitting on dubs

Ballers and thugs, steady showing me love

Fly like a dove, in them planes above know I’m tal’n bout

King of this rap thang, in the Lone Star

Everyday we smoke kill, pop pills on bar

(know I’m tal’n bout), coming out the Westside vecinity

Fuck a crowd fuck the law, fuck over the enemy

(know I’m tal’n bout), king of the after-hours I’m able

To walk up in to Cornbread’s, and pick a pool table

(know I’m tal’n bout), put dice on it put a price on it

Lick every nigga with it, got advice on it

(know I’m tal’n bout), you want it damn fool pick a number

And we’ll find six feet of dirt, to get you under

(know I’m tal’n bout), did it befo' we’ll do it again

Let’s take it back to '92, smoking fluid again

(know I’m tal’n bout), you let him damn him do it to you

Acting like you wasn’t G’s, when you knew it was true

(know I’m tal’n bout), we coming through your HQ in a blue S2

In 2000 and 2, now what you gonna do know I’m tal’n bout

Know what I’m tal’n bout, loving Down South

They dub like horses, with gold in they mouth

In the E Class, when I see ass

Horn beep-beep, then I pull up fast

Love for the Third, when the Third got birds

Roll big birds, sip on syrup

Whole club pumping, everybody jumping

Like Kriss-Kross, never take a big loss

If I get pulled over, it’ll get tossed

Stay hogging, cause I’m the big boss

Bun B, C-Note murder we wrote

O.G.'s, now relax wrap ski boats

Big pimping, fuck leave her limping

Ecstasy pills, got her heart trembling

Got a lot of women, never be simping

Dudes out of line, I be homicide attempting

I’m bout to put the double R, in the spot

It look clean when it drop, but it’s rough with the top

Man I got, four or five of y’all

Everyday trying to figure, what I drive is hard

45 inch bus, studio in the bus

DVD satellite, I ain’t kidding you black

If I owe money, gotta be to the max

Third Coast baby, I’m speaking the facts

Better sco' from me now, other niggas’ll tax

If you don’t have what I want, look I’m giving it back

I’ma snatch me a hoe, before I go to the pad

And hope she give me head, let me go in the ass

Man I see a whole lot of people, up in the club

Women shaking they ass, niggas throwing it up

And recognize, when the real in this bitch

And you try to take me under, but I’m still in this bitch

(*talking*)

Bun B, Juvenile, C-Note off that (know I’m tal’n bout)

Putting it down Third Coast style (know I’m tal’n bout)

Grizz on the track got my back, what up with it

(know I’m tal’n bout), Big Shot Records we here to stay baby

Know I’m tal’n bout — 4x