(feat. Daz, Mike Wilson)    [talking]  Yeah, Daz Dilinger, E.S.G., Slim Thug  Doing it up real big, ha-ha  What's going down my nigga    [E.S.G.]  Let me see you holla-holla, if you love the summer time  Hit the detail shop, get your drop top shine  Ain't no subways here, it's thugs down here  20 inch dubs, what we love down here  The best part of year, bout the end of May  Now the best thing to see, MLK on Sunday  Candy spray on gray, playing Playstation 2  Looking good when I come through, I smell barbecue  E.S.G. true-true, pop roof purple Sprite  Sin in the Benz, rims circle at the light  Cardier filled with ice, got a cooler full of comas  Say playboy, you know the blades are the old ones  AME's, on the SUV's  DVD's, with the five T.V.'s  Maaan, off the showroom flo'  I love the thug life, boy you already know    [Hook: Mike Wilson]  I wanna ride with you, Southside  That sticky green I'm looking clean, let's ride  I wanna floss with you, Northside  From H-Town to L.A    [Daz]  See ain't no feeling like it's feeling, when you balling and you chilling  Stacking chips by the minute, see the hoes straight grinning  Hit the 59, puffing a pound  Hit the 6-10, now I'm in the wind again  Hit up E.S.G. and Slim Thug, prolly smoke rims up  So fresh and so clean, I hit couple my friends up  Now a G at St. Claire what's up Sin (heey)  The sticky Mary do way, everyday all day  I'm so serious about it no doubt it, if you a G straight shout it  Put your pistols in the air, and be about it  This way and that way, sideways on the highway  Motherfucker, I do it my way  You see what you see, is just what you get  E.S.G. and Slim Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit    [Hook]    [Slim Thug]  The sunshine got me tan, while I head to the sand  Top down music playing, wood grain in my hand  It's summer time, so I feel like I gotta shine  Candy do's glass 4's, with the fifth reclined  Popping trunks on swang, is how we clown in that Tex  From my wrist to neck, I'm invisible sets  Nothing less, Slim Thug the flow pro rapper  As I head to the Kappa, 4 swangas and adapters  (turning heads while we crawl, up and down the C-Wall)  From now on my mind set, to just ball ball ball  I hit the mall like whatever, what I want I get  I never run out of cheddar, cause my stash too thick  From H-Town to L.A., L.A. to V.A  Represent where you're staying, let me see how you play  Now make way for the city, that love to po' up  Cause H-Town and Boss Hogg, is about to blow up    [Hook]    See what you see, is just what you get  It's just that Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit    [talking]  Biatch yeah, E.S.G., Slim Thug, Daz Dillinger  Running the South, the North, the West, the East yeah  Put your hands up, all my bitches put your hands up  Real gangstas put your hands up, yeah