NBA

Lyrics

[Intro: That Mexican OT] (Where you goin' now?) (I'm goin' to Rob's house) Yeah (Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?) TB, you did your thing, baby [Chorus: That Mexican OT] HP full of Drodi, this a Perc', so I ain't no drug dealer Play with my money or my family, they gon' turn me to a cold killer How you figure that I push up with a Tommy like my name Hilfiger? Yoppa cuttin' like a blade, I'm gettin' surgical, I'll take out his liver [Verse 1: That Mexican OT] If you ain't got nothin' good to say to a nigga, don't say shit at all That's why I don't speak a word to these people, I just punch a nigga in the jaw I be in my thoughts staring at these walls My baby girl help whenever I fall I was duckin' and dodgin', runnin' from the laws My friends wasn't there, I had no one to call But now that I'm up, everybody wanna call I was goin' so hard, the NBA hit me up because they thought a Mexican tryna ball If you feelin' jumpy, nigga, leap like a frog You tryna chit-chat, nigga, fuck that Spin on his block, I'ma get me some get-back This ain't nothin' new, your bitch ass been a rat Shoot him up, make his body spin just like a ceiling fan [Chorus: That Mexican OT] HP full of Drodi, this a Perc', so I ain't no drug dealer Play with my money or my family, they gon' turn me to a cold killer How you figure that I push up with a Tommy like my name Hilfiger? Yoppa cuttin' like a blade, I'm gettin' surgical, I'll take out his liver [Verse 2: ColdBlooded Tyrell] They play with the gang, then I gotta crush 'em That's end of discussion, not one for the talking I really won't play with that boy or his buddy I fuck 'round and chalk 'em, get flipped like a dolphin Or maybe Free Willie Best grab you a coat 'cause it's chilly when ColdBlooded active Don't care where he from, who he know, or the niggas he with All my brothers got orders to tax him They really ain't fuckin' with me and I'm done being humble Talkin' like lightning, I'm bringin' the thunder Young hood gorilla, I been in the jungle I'm nice with my hands, but I'm not 'bout to rumble Or tussle with lil' dude 'Cause l'Il heat him up if he too cool I feel like I'm Webbie, I'm too smooth You fuckin' with winners, I don't lose On God, on gang, yeah [Chorus: That Mexican OT] HP full of Drodi, this a Perc', so I ain't no drug dealer Play with my money or my family, they gon' turn me to a cold killer How you figure that I push up with a Tommy like my name Hilfiger? Yoppa cuttin' like a blade, I'm gettin' surgical, I'll take out his liver