Ha ha, yeah! I go by the infamous name of B-Eazy. Barge House! You may catch me flying down I-35, or rolling down I-20. And they always ask
Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk
Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5 fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
I'm doing this one for the single ladies & the G's
Skating them 23's, blowing weed or riding D's
Or sliding on them gliding Spree's
Rimmed up & tinted up, can't see who's in that Chevy, f*cker
A pimp's cup a pimp's must, and we sippin syrup, sucker
Pops had a Chevy Impala & chopped the top on his truck
Shit, dropped it so low, swear if we hit a bump we would get f*cked/
I'm grippin' grain, damn near got a splinter in my hand
Bending corners, banging UGK, I'm riding dirty man
Got plenty dirty money wrapped up in them rubber bands
I'm repping for the struggle of us hustlers here & other lands
This the only brother that can
Still kill the track and sound Southern man
And yet, and still rep for Dallas
Will bet a thou, you can't beat me in a domino hand
Shouts out to kinfolk in the pen
Once you get out we gone blow it in the wind
Sip cold Hypno, mix it with the Hen
Ball the f*ck out, then do it all again!
That's how it is when you're riding in my city
And often here's what you'll hear, if you're posted riding with me
Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk
Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5 fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk
Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5 fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Spell my name right: B-EAZY, kiss no ass
Ashy to classy so fast, I'll pop up in your hood with no pass
And get head from the girls with no ass
A hustler is what I'm know as
I won't stop like Diddy, need more cash
Still claim to Roc-A-Fella like Dame Dash
Dallas is where I was raised at
Catch me on I-35 laid back
Or in PT's spending them paper stacks
I'm a major cat, here to save this rap game!
Cuz y'all cats steady rapping lame
Jack your man's flow and say it ain't the same
Take notes on how I spit these flames
Rip shit & mix it with Southern slang
Kids, I'm giving you game
It's simple pimpin, I've trained
Went from having holes in Black Tops
To top of this rap game! (Anyway)
I still want the rims that don't listen
Check your reflection as they glisten
Stop at the light & they steady spinning
Like your neck when I'm next to you pimpin!
Get looks from old people when my bass shake they pacemaker
Your shit ain't hitting if your speakers bout as thin as paper
You riding factory, and boy that there just hacks at me
I don't care if your engine broke
Just go to the store and say you want yours bad as B's!
Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk
Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5 fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)