YS the Legend and City $lim - State 2 $tate Intro

Grown men, handlin' business, state to state
On the road in any city you need us in
Let us know somethin', and we gon' come pipe it up
And we 10-15 deep
State to state to state to state
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, whoa
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, whoa
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, whoa
Them boys, them boys, them boys, them boys
State to state, 95, 16
Whatcha mean, 95 on dash at sixteen
Whatcha say, they M.I.A. still in them Georgia cleats
Drop sixteens on 95, hangin' out that window seat
Then boys, state to state, 95, 16
Whatcha mean, 95 on dash at sixteen
Whatcha Say, they M.I.A.'s still in them Georgia cleats
Drop sixteens on 95, hangin' out that window seat
This here only goin' up
Pack hit dash, we feel the rush
Rain in the city, we flood it up
Language we talk, get you done
Still ain't found none better huh
Gentlemen, my pleasure, sir
Friends on friends, had enough
Packin' it in, rollin' it up
Hit road like we hit blunts
Care less how its told, tell em it's us
We hit them lows, home deep it up
Build this by hand, brick by brick
Tell on my mans, when hair get picked
Nothin' more locked in than this
First hit road when subpoenas hit
What you say, no way they snitched, no way they, uh
Gas up to Miami, uh
Johnny say he ready, uh
Chicago with the family, uh
Roots deep as my granny
O.K.C., we smokin' it heavily
O.k see i ain't telling it
Houston rockin' it heavily
House of blues, steadily, steadily, steadily
Them boys stay the state, 95, 16
Whatcha mean, 95 on dash at 16
Whatcha say, they M.I.A
Still in them Georgia cleats
Drop 16s on 95
Hangin' out them window seats
Them boys stay the state, 95, 16
Whatcha mean, 95 on dash at 16
Whatcha say, they M.I.A
Still in them Georgia cleats
Drop 16s on 95
Hangin' out them window seats
Stay the state, comin' through your city like a madman
Roll a nigga up, right in a swisher
I'll do him bad
Gotta keep my cool
'Cause if I lose it, paint the city red
A quarter ticket wrapped around my neck
You sell your soul for that
Roll a blunt that lasts a couple hours for the road, ho
Ys say it's time to hit Miami
Shit, it's time to go
Thought I was gon' run out
All these raps but shit, I'm findin' more
Smoke a zip that cost most of your rent
You bet not lose your hoe
Having but I got some more to get shit
I ain't finished yet
Before you up to 40
Show a 40 where your business at
Know you ain't on half the shit I'm on
This ain't no tit for tat
And I can go and sell a bag today if I ain't feelin' rap
Them boys stay the state
Them boys stay the state
Them boys stay the state
Tell me what you
Them boys stay the state
Them boys stay the state
Tell me what you
Tell me whatcha say
Them boys stay the state
95, 16
Whatcha mean
95 on dash and 16
Whatcha say
They M.I.A. still in them Georgia cleats
Drop 16s on 95
Hangin' out them window seats
Them boys stay the state
95, 16
Whatcha mean
95 on dash and 16
Whatcha say
They M.I.A. still in them Georgia cleats
Drop 16s on 95
Hangin' out them window seats
912, throw your 4's
Throw your 4's
Throw your 4's
We on road

Written by:
David Grayson, Stephen Mann

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