Before U See Me

Ha ha, yeah! I go by the infamous name of B-Eazy. Barge House! You may catch me flying down I-35, or rolling down I-20. And they always ask Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5 fifteen's Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me I'm doing this one for the single ladies & the G's Skating them 23's, blowing weed or riding D's Or sliding on them gliding Spree's Rimmed up & tinted up, can't see who's in that Chevy, fucker A pimp's cup a pimp's must, and we sippin syrup, sucker Pops had a Chevy Impala & chopped the top on his truck Shit, dropped it so low, swear if we hit a bump we would get fucked/ I'm grippin' grain, damn near got a splinter in my hand Bending corners, banging UGK, I'm riding dirty man Got plenty dirty money wrapped up in them rubber bands I'm repping for the struggle of us hustlers here & other lands This the only brother that can Still kill the track and sound Southern man And yet, and still rep for Dallas Will bet a thou, you can't beat me in a domino hand Shouts out to kinfolk in the pen Once you get out we gone blow it in the wind Sip cold Hypno, mix it with the Hen Ball the f*ck out, then do it all again! That's how it is when you're riding in my city And often here's what you'll hear, if you're posted riding with me Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5 fifteen's Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5 fifteen's Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me Spell my name right: B-EAZY, kiss no ass Ashy to classy so fast, I'll pop up in your hood with no pass And get head from the girls with no ass A hustler is what I'm know as I won't stop like Diddy, need more cash Still claim to Roc-A-Fella like Dame Dash Dallas is where I was raised at Catch me on I-35 laid back Or in PT's spending them paper stacks I'm a major cat, here to save this rap game! Cuz y'all cats steady rapping lame Jack your man's flow and say it ain't the same Take notes on how I spit these flames Rip shit & mix it with Southern slang Kids, I'm giving you game It's simple pimpin, I've trained Went from having holes in Black Tops To top of this rap game! (Anyway) I still want the rims that don't listen Check your reflection as they glisten Stop at the light & they steady spinning Like your neck when I'm next to you pimpin! Get looks from old people when my bass shake they pacemaker Your shit ain't hitting if your speakers bout as thin as paper You riding factory, and boy that there just hacks at me I don't care if your engine broke Just go to the store and say you want yours bad as B's! Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5 fifteen's Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me Dallas, TX (left, right) Dallas, TX (left, right) Dallas, TX (left, right) Dallas, TX (left, right) Dallas, TX (left, right) Dallas, TX (left, right) Dallas, TX (left, right) Dallas, TX (left, right)