My life is baby, you peeping me take a picture You peeping me take a picture, you should take a You peeping me take a picture, you take a photograph
Catch me today, with a or a Kodak 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a You see it's real, be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a
the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool Don't let all that foolishness feed you, on T.V. mislead you let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you The cups that be used to sip, but kinda like my tee do
You see that be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping The of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping You see Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is
ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober Boys trying to switch it over, it up in a soda Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the Who and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor
Told ya you gotta have, a or buy your slab Afford it then buy it that's, without it now You ain't gotta college class, to see that we bout our cash You not if you gotta ask, let's a pic by the slab hol' up
You see my slab, you see my candy Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph You see my chick, you see my is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
You see it's real, they be like look at Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph Photograph, photograph, Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph
When I'm tipping, they'll watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glossy The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy, I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be screwed and
All the will ride to this, deposit deposit slips Buy the car and apply the fifth, the trunk an entire lift Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as So I'm up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk
Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while beside the laws And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like pause Tell 'em naw they I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires whiter walls
You peeping him take a picture, chrome and that paint official You smoking take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be wit ya a hold of the grain and grip a, handful And smile for the nigga
You see my slab, you see my candy Picture nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
You see it's real, be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph Photograph, photograph, Picture perfect nigga, you should take a
You see the up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest Syrup in my Styrofoam, sweet with doja no cess You done put it down with the rest, to roll with the best 'Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't guess
I'm the connection that you need, when they say a drought Cause it's not really a drought, them other just out And I'm the you gotta have, when they say the river's dry 'Cause not really dry, they just ran out of supply
I'm too fly for the clouds, too for the green grass Better wear tinted lenses, if you at my clean ass me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a
still dripping, four's is still tipping Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still Repping for P.A.T., the and the East And I'm repping for Pimp C, he get back on the streets it never cease
You see my slab, you see my slab Picture nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should take a
You see real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph Photograph, photograph, Picture perfect nigga, you should take a
My life is real baby, just a song Gripping wood wheel baby, and riding chrome, I'm riding chrome This is for the real playas, that get do' Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm I'm candy and chrome
Catch me today, with a or a Kodak 'Cause by tomorrow, gon be a throwback by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
Know I'm saying? Gripping through the hood, and feeling good Just like we say down in Texas, it's You at me so hard You need to go on, do yourself a playa And a motherfucking picture