Lil' KeKe Love For Ya Lyrics

Platinum In Da Ghetto Track Listing
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Platinum in da Ghetto
  • 3 Coast 2 Coast
  • 4 Skit 1
  • 5 Do You Love It
  • 6 Callin My Name
  • 7 Love For Ya
  • 8 Pyrex Shakin'
  • 9 Where Da South At?
  • 10 Mr. D.J.
  • 11 Cowgirl
  • 12 Skit 2
  • 13 Bad Man
  • 14 Where My Dog At
  • 15 Off Da Chain
  • 16 3 Time Felon
  • 17 What I Wanna Do
  • 18 Let's Get F@#!ed Up
  • (feat. E.S.G., Slim Thug)

    E.S.G. (huh), Lil' Keke the Don
    Ha-ha, it's long overdue baby
    (Huh, been waiting for the Southside
    That swanging and banging, to put it down what)
    Mr. Slim Thug, Northside Southside let's do this homie
    (C.M.G. Boss Hogg Outlaws, we platinum in the ghetto tell em Ke)

    [Lil' Keke:]
    H-Town superstars, gotta walk that walk
    Popped up on 22's, will make you squash that talk
    In Texas a living legend, it just ain't my fault
    If I see it and I want it, I just go to the vault
    We some, city slickers
    But these niggaz out of state, think we some shit kickers
    You bring your nuts up on your guns, and just try to get us
    But I ain't gon lie you fucking with some real mob figgas, I'm talking hard hitters
    We out here stunting, while most of you niggaz faking and fronting
    Slim Thug and E.S.G. and Lil' Ke, we paper for hunting
    It's a hell of a ride, hell of a ride hell of a stroll
    We ship it gold, so the paper can fold

    Have you ever met some thugs, that can ride like us
    Cutting corners burning blocks, looking fly as us
    Endo hydro, getting high as us
    With a bad little broad, on the side of us
    Cause we bouncing-bouncing, rolling up the strip
    20 inches when I flip, looking good when I dip
    And we be riding sliding, doing what we do
    Northside Southside, we got love for you

    Now hol' up hol' up, E.S.G. hit the do'
    Say Ke, we ain't cooking 36 no mo'
    I whipped eighty baby, I'm in the game forever
    Represent it sold a million, independent together
    I'm with the Young Don, Boss Hoggs in the do'
    Working with a quarter mill, smelling like hydro
    Look at the grill hoe, I spent sixty on ice
    I'm at the Source Awards, looking like a disco light
    Purple Sprite push white, FEDs starting to get curious
    Act a fool like Ja Rule, move fast and furious
    What you get when you mix, two of the Screwed Up Click
    With the Boss of the North, standing bout 6"6'
    Now this is it watch me spit, 16 from the heart
    R.I.P. to DJ Screw, you was there from the start
    Now on your mark get ready, playa roll up a ounce
    Cause when the hook come in, drop your top gon bounce huh


    [Slim Thug:]
    It's H-Town dream team, ball more than a king
    I guess it's in my bloodstream, to be about my green
    A new face on the scene, I'm the rap game rookie
    Trying to do some'ing new, I'm tired of cooking up cookies
    We getting paid down here, living laid down here
    Hit the club with bald fades, and braids down here
    Slim E and Ke, we Texas best
    We three hard young G's, that don't settle for less
    You can't mess with the Tex, Boss Hogg on top
    When I park at the club, my rims don't stop
    They keep cutting, ten G's for these with the buttons
    In a DTS strutting, I ain't want for nothing
    From the bottom to the top, and I can't fail
    I'm in a click about they mail, I know you can tell
    We living swell, cause we got a lot of thangs to sell
    I know the FEDs on my trail, but I'm giving em hell


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