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(feat. Slim Thug) [talking] Its your boy Mun-E The way we like it, cause That's the way we like it, like it That's the way we like it Choppers and Blaze is how we riding [Hook 1] Piece and chain, gon gliss and gleam Cause that's the way we like it Staying playa made, choppers And Blaze is how we riding Rocking shows, from coast to coast Cause that's all a balla knows, down on that South coast [Mun-E] Here down South, we got it on lock Everything from rocks and knocks, and glocks that pop Foes that plot, the ones that bop the blaze that chop what As I bend the block, still shining Paint job looking redder than a red bus Sitting on that leather reclining Blowing big killa big timing, all about my dollas And my diamonds, game out of sight so I'm blinding Letras de cancionesPhat cash comes, it goes when I hit the block I stun these foes, from living cold, too fancy clothes Polo my vibe though, rolling in my candy coated Tahoe Wood on my do', wood on my console, grip the mo-mo Rock another contest, then the whole show Making money pronto, professional, entrepreneur Flows that come through like a kick do' Seen a lot of money, but I gotta get mo' Loot in the Latto, taking trips to Bahamas Key Lago, pushing up on buttons on my notes Up in the mix, accumulating chips, hatas get pissed As you see the diamonds sit, on my piece and necklace So people check this, huh [Hook 2] Piece and chain, gon gliss and glaim Cause that's the way we like it, staying playa made Choppers and Blaze, is how we riding, pimping hoes And fancy clothes, cause that's all a balla knows Down on that South coast Piece and chain, gon gliss and glaim Cause that's the way we like it, staying hustla made Choppers and Blaze, is how we riding, blowing smoke And rolling vogues, cause that's all a balla knows Down on that South coast [Slim Thug] I'm piece and chain, I'm pinky ring I'm gripping grain, I swang and bang From lane to lane, like it ain't no thang Might yell up at the bar, cause it ain't a train Game of fame, I'm wrecking beats Smoking sweets, and checking freaks A Boss Hogg soldier, who can't be weak Everything I speak, will make you move your feet Bounce and turn, as the dolla back burn Sit back and learn, how the cash get earned Wrecking the mic, is my concern And getting the cash back, in return I peep the game, and I see the laim Boys trying to gain fame, off my name Talking bout, what the Slim Thug is where they hang And everything I claim, is what you claim Get up off your brain, thinking you my friend Cause I'm a hundred percent, all about my ends Flipping in the boss, or the cockeyed Benz That's all I'm in, cause that's all I spend Platinum grill, so I spark a lot I shine, so I don't see dark a lot You don't see, them double R cars a lot Well come follow me out, to the parking lot, haa [Hook 2] [Mun-E] Big body, mobile phone flipper Sip liquor sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripper Got a maid that's a stripper, living lavage Twenty four karat, gold zippers Promo show, ladies be wrecking my dip I walk with a limp, so I must be hip Well call me the pimp, gliss and gleam Bling bling, when they take a glimpse Money make the world spin, like the twenty inch rims On a bubble lens, my loot keeps doubling So the hatas keep mumbling, they got time For that, turn up my twelves and tens And I continue to bump the Benz The block matches, on lock We investing in stocks, reservations on spot Vacations on a yacht, as I rise to the top Of land to hip hop, and it just don't quit Baguettes on my wrist, ring and necklace Candy on my Bentley, Benz and Lexus People love the way, the Mun-E wreck this Talking bout, that's the way we like it Talking bout, that's the way we like it Cause that's the way we like it, like it That's the way we like it, like it That's the way we like it Choppers and Blaze is how we riding [Hook 2: 2 x2] From Letras Mania