Yes indeed, H-Town, it go down Lil' Flex, Z-Ro, Big Mello 
Know what I'm saying, you boys can't stop us man 
Unstopable, feel me, yeah 
They got to feel us till they kill us, this for the radio 

Ain't nothing but a g thang baby 
Turnel sets dried yellow bones crazy 
Can't fade me, died lately 
Pulling out the escallade or a mercedes 
Trunk popper, show stopper, drank sipper 
Rule number one is to never tip a stripper 
And I know a lot of y'all want to wish me trouble 
Went from swanging hoo-doos to a bentley bubble 
Image is everything, diamonds in every ring 
Piece and chains that hang down low to my dang-a-lang 
Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby 
Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby 
I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them 
Next year I'm about to drop 22's on them 
From the Mo to the Fo, back to airport landing 
Diamonds speak for theyself, Flex so outstanding 

R: Still standing, and you know we represent the south 
   And ya know ya know we represent the south 
   Still standing, we in the door and these haters can't keep us out 

I represent that S-O-U-T-H to the S-I-D-E 
Drop screens you can see me completely 
Off the heezy, fa sheezy I'm breezy 
Cause my diamonds they be known to blind hoes like Stevie 
Believe me, outstanding with my family 
From me and Z-Ro and Lil' Flex at the grammy 
Boss player from Texas, you could tell by the necklace 
We gone break these hoes on four's now we frozen the Lexus 
My protected, move around, get around 
Come through show some round when we hit your town 
It go down, whoa now, school slow down 
Watch these fours roll down crawl down your block 
Top drop, trunk knock, glock cocked 
And these shops gone bop, it don't stop 
Won't stop, how it go down 
Harm clock, Mo City, south west still shine, wooo 

R:

Screwed up representer these fellas don't want none 
From the land of the trunk poppers where ballers blow tons 
We stacking funds, and living our life out on the run 
In search of a platinum plack trying to get stacks it just begun 
If you talking down move around we ain't having that 
East and West took it before but see we came to grab it back 
Can't see us like cataracts, off in our natural habitat 
That's the studio and bro you know ain't no more selling crack 
Ain't nothing but rocking trash talking on down to the ain't that 
Cause I'm a veteran to this here ever since the days of the Wave Band 
When I was knee high to a grass hopper but now we roll on chppers 
Me and Gene hovering over the ground in candy helicopters 
Now we platinum status without driving a dodge stratus 
Keeping it gangsta energy instinct with a heater to protect us 
Man it's third coast, to me our music mean the most 
Big Mello and Lil' Flex and Z-Ro the crooked as your folks and we