Southwest Rider

[intro]
DFW to LAX
From LAX back to DFW
Check this out, I'm a South West rhymer and a South West rider
Check this out
(south, south, south, south...)

[Chorus]
P' won't stop he's flaming hot
Ooh, the boy's on fire
Like collard greens with extra hot sauce
I'm a South West rider
People won't stop he's flaming hot
Ooh, the boy's on fire
Like collard greens with extra hot sauce
I'm a South West rider

[Verse 1]
New school lyrics and an ol' school twang
Watch P.E.A.C.E. lyrically gang bang on these crews
Who don't know how to move
Fast and troop, like a dashing coupe
My styles have you in a position where you can't recoup
You awaken in midair between two loops
Sex sedation?, put your mind in rotation
There's no preparation to rack the brain
Dipped a body in propane, striked a match against the flame
Ain't it a shame?
I'm dippin' in the fast lane in a black van
Proper rims and bomb ass bass
Kenwood with detachable face
When the sun hits my shit it's like glossy
I run a hundred and fifty five horseys
Step back up off me
Who are you? who?

[Hook]

Verse Two:
I'm a fancy vocal habit
Yes, Nancy hoped and grab it
Less than nothin', bluffin', like she ain't sufferin'
I know how it go
When you're broke you roll slow
When you're rich you speed and shit
But I ain't supposed to flow
What? you sure? you's a lie
I'mma do that every first chance I get, though
Spit all you, won't admit bro
Now how does it feel to be put in a mix, oh
You did it to me, I'mma do it for you
Eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Now I'm gonna make it real simple for you
You can saddle up and ride I'm a ?????
Or you can stick around and await your doom
Just tell Rufus here what you want on your tomb
Two hours later, in a saloon
Poker playin', piano man's pushin' tunes
Prostitutes be swayin' props, brushes and brooms
Now I check out what happened when it took a chime for noon
Grabbed my sasprilla and I stepped outside
I noticed immediately it was mighty quiet
Walked up got my horse and ready to ride
And something told P.E.A.C.E. to look to his right

[Hook]

Oh, you gon' feel me, here have a shot
I back up three or four feet, them lead buckles and a body drops
Stupid motherfucker wanna steal from P.E.A.C.E
And get a deal and go out on a rhyming spree
Hell, no, not at my expense
Man, I'm tellin' you I'm tired of this
Now you gon' make me react on some violent shit
Don't try to get your punk ass where I'm tryin' to sit
And when I speak on it, you wanna hit me with the nonsense
But if I clutch you upside your head, I get all the proper responses
And you know how to find this
Cool wit' what I do, I ain't lying this is all true
I'm honest, oh, you gon' feel me

[Hook]
Uh huh
I'm a South west rider
Uh huh
I'm a South west rider

Well, I'm riding on an elephant
From L.A to the South
Y'all relax
Cause I'm hot
Ooh, ain't it hot in here