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texas meskin - that mexican ot lyrics

[intro: blaze on the beat & that mexican ot]
bla*bla*bla*blaze on the beat
bay city, texas ridin’ ’round in the hood with my amigos
good dope in the automobile lookin’ like burritos

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
bay city, texas ridin’ ’round in the hood with my amigos
good dope in the automobile lookin’ like burritos
shootin’ yoppas at ya mama’s house bullets go in through the peephole
got your girlfriend at the crib and she be actin’ like a freak hoe
i’m a southside steppin’ texas meskin
ridin’ ’round three deep: me and smith & wesson
hold it up with the yoppa and pop him teach his ass a lesson
you can tell that that’s ot ‘cuz his ass always flexin’
wrong gang imma hit his thang bop him in his brain
smoke him like some mary jane know i’m sayin’ mane
take your b*tch to the crib and run a train toot toot
i’m the caca matter fact i’m the dude dude
gold in my mouth from the dirty south know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
that mexican ot too cool
run through the back get the check get the loot
get it crackin’ with the static i let him have it kaboom (pow pow)

[interlude: that mexican ot]
ha*ha, yeah
like who f*ckin’ with me mane?
you understand what i’m talkin’ bout’?
for real mane
stop playin’ with me
understand what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
whole lotta this whole lotta that goin’ on
hey yo is that that mexican ot?
[verse 2: that mexican ot]
bro i’m proud of southside i’m from 979
if i say “i’m down to ride” i really mean “i’m down to die”
you could run but can’t hide quiet like a samurai
put them clippers to his head my barber say he down to ride
she ain’t talkin’ but no money make that hoe kick rocks
put them beams on his body it’s lookin’ like chicken pox
i been beatin’ up my pockets i got them big knots
imma rock out on your block got drums on big glocks
i’m texas made gettin’ texas paid
that moreno mexicano be gettin’ in both lanes
i’m sippin’ on dirty drank smokin’ on big dank
tippin’ on fo’ fo’s ridin’ in the candy paint
mama told me “look son i’m a gangsta and it run in our blood”
i ain’t know i was gonna grow up and turn into a thug
put a yoppa in my hand i let it rain i let it flood
no kevin gates when i say “i got it straight out the mud”
i got curls in my hair i ain’t ridin’ no waves
i’m a dirty bay baby and i’m here to stay
imma cut ’em in half better get out my way
i be rockin’ all white walk around with three k’s
ronald mcdonald i got a big mac bullets make ’em flip like crack
1*2*3*4 b*tches in the back i be pimpin’ like that
suck and f*ck for some money then they get right back
dirty bay baby the b*tches love me n*ggas hate me
imma [?] with them yoppas and choppas [?]
gettin’ the mac and then i run through the back and i started bangin’
confiscated body parts imma leave that lil n*gga brainless
drip too hard he can’t ride this wave
i’m from southside texas where we sittin’ sideways
like a kid outside i don’t never play games
[?] with that big ol’ yoppa i’m hoggin’ up the sp*ce
in the kitchen i be whippin’ the chicken it’s finger l!ckin’
money mission what i’m gettin’ lil b*tch i’m about my business
big cripin’ no need to mention it’s purple when i be p*ssin’
big ol’ tuca i be grippin’ c*ck it back then imma kick it
[outro: that mexican ot]
ridin’ ’round with a fuego
imma give his ass a halo
imma make his ass lay low
switch to a draco
it’s gon’ do what i say so
i ain’t gettin’ caught case closed

- that mexican ot lyrics

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