Beat Box Lyrics by That Mexican OT, Lil Jairmy & OTB Fastlane
Hey, yo, is That Mexican OT?
Put some fish hooks in your eyelids and pull them back, so you don’t miss the ***
Click, clack, and then clap, where you at? Roger that
Virgil, Virgil, did you roger that?
Beat his corpse with an all-wood baseball bat, I swung till it cracked in half
Fifty powder packs up all night like a zombie, yeah
I’ll be working where the zombies at, she hit a line of ***
And ripped off a nose to get the powder back, how was that?
That somebody could love something so much that she would hurt herself for it
Everything that glitters isn’t gold, her stupid ass fell for it
I sell *** to a pregnant *** ’cause I’m all about the cream
If I don’t do it, somebody else gon’ do it, so why can’t it be me?
*** Fifty Shades of Gray, I’m trying to see Fifty Shades of Green
And everything else in between, I’m in the land of dead, playing hard
Trying to stack up my chi-ching, boy, you ass-backwards
I bet you barf out your butt, takes shits out your mouth
So big that it gets stuck
You some *** chickens who tuck your *** in their cluck
I’m trying to push up with a stick and get ’em hit like a hockey puck
(Shoo, fly, shoo!)
Yeah, we gon’ slide on ’em (Slide on ’em)
We gon’ ride on ’em (Ride on ’em)
Turn that fire on ’em (Fire on ’em)
Drop that iron on ’em (Iron on ’em)
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’
We gon’ slide on ’em (Slide on ’em)
We gon’ ride on ’em (Ride on ’em)
Turn that fire on ’em (Fire on ’em)
Drop that iron on ’em (Iron on ’em)
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’
It really don’t make no difference, I do it myself for Senate
When it comes to handling business, I’m having perfect attention
*** all these diamonds on my neck and the attention that I’m getting
I put in work for my respect, I got my rank from pulling missions
I’ve been peeping it from a distance, you free when niggas get sentenced
These niggas going up in the rooms and tell them people all their business
But not me, I keep my mouth closed, Lord paid choppers at my household
I pistol whip a niggas till he out cold
Come back niggas, stand inside, we slanging iron when we outdoors (Stay inside)
Had left that *** along to the time, I did it all, boss
No stove, Lord knows, I make it back, a big load
Let me cut that music down and drive wild, watch it roll
Yeah, we gon’ slide on ’em (Slide on ’em)
We gon’ ride on ’em (Ride on ’em)
Turn that fire on ’em (Fire on ’em)
Drop that iron on ’em (Iron on ’em)
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’
We gon’ slide on ’em (Slide on ’em)
We gon’ ride on ’em (Ride on ’em)
Turn that fire on ’em (Fire on ’em)
Drop that iron on ’em (Iron on ’em)
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’, yeah, we gon’
Yeah, we gon’
Aye, ride on a niggas, slide on a niggas
Let me see your lighter, put that fire on a ***
Hate when a *** play and try to lie on a ***
Like you ain’t the same *** used to cry on a ***
Fool
Head gone, I got people I lost
This for the niggas hustling, so they won’t get kicked out they house
She gon’ *** me in the bed, but eat this *** on the couch
I’m from Houston, posted up with a stick on the north
Yes, OT, overtime
Lately, I’m in overgrind
I ain’t trying to shoot from the street, I’m standing over mine
Put my baby girl to bed, say my prayers with my daughter
Ain’t nothin’ in life more important than how she look at her father
Could’ve crossed y’all on my soul, but I didn’t ’cause I’m loyal
God child, Metro Mark, this gon’ make the hood proud, Lou