{Hip Hop,My life...}

My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture

You peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph)

My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture

You peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph)

Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak

Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback

(You see it’s real, they be like look at that

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph)

Introducing the truest voice of the South, it’s who else but me fool

Don’t let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you

Don’t let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you

The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do

You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping

The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping

You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting

That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing

That ain’t a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober

Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda

Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota

Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor

Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab

Afford it then buy it that’s, important without it now

You ain’t gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash

You not if you gotta ask, let’s take a pic by the slab hol’ up

You see my slab, you see my candy slab

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see my chick, you see my chick is bad

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see it’s real, they be like look at that

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

When I’m tipping they’ll probably watch me, the cops’ll be paparazzi

And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy

The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy

What I’m listening to ain’t a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-pied

All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips

Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift

Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain’t been as crunk

So I’m popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I’m popping trunk

Jamming that "Ridin’ Dirty", while riding beside the laws

And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I’ma pause

Tell ’em naw they know I’ma crawl, all day in the robber cause

I’m trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls

You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official

You smoking then take a swisha, there’s plenty just take ’em wit ya

You chilling you ain’t a sipper, then I’ma be hanging wit ya

Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures nigga

You see my slab, you see my candy slab

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see my chick, you see my chick is bad

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see it’s real, they be like look at that

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest

Syrup in my styrofoam, it’s sweet with doja no cess

You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best

Cause when you ride with the original, you ain’t gotta guess

I’m the connection that you need, when they say it’s a drought

Cause it’s not really a drought, them other niggaz just out

And I’m the plug you gotta have, when they say the river’s dry

Cause it’s not really dry, they just ran out of supply

I’m too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass

Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass

Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak

Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback

Candy still dripping, 4’s is still tipping

Wood grain grass, steering wheel I’m still gripping

Repping for , the West and the East

And I’m repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease

You see my slab, you see my candy slab

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see my chick, you see my chick is bad

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see it’s real, they be like look at that

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

My life is real baby, ain’t just a song (ain’t just a song)

Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I’m riding chrome)

This is for the real playas, that get that do’ (that get that do’)

Tell me how it feel baby, to see I’m-I’m riding candy and chrome

Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak

Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback

Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak

Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback

Know I’m saying, gripping wood

Riding through the hood, and feeling good

Just like we say down in Texas, it’s already

You staring at me so hard

You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa

And take a motherfucking picture

Lrc by E.T. from LK Lyrics Grou