Текст песни Acetone - Statik Selektah , Bun B

Ooh, I love to tell how he died for me
Statik Selektah

Wisconsin, these niggas wetter than a sherm head
Never speed down on my opps 'cause I ain't trying to burn bread
Turning heads in the turning lane (skrr)
Paint vibrant orange and burnt red
30 clip poking with the third leg
Dumb high, Uncle Bun Billa, you that one guy
It's my honor to represent this UGK alumni
227 Concreatures, Wayne's World, game on

Bought myself a key and changed my name back from James Jones
To Bo Jack, Mr. Press-A-Brick up with a Flow Jack
Still cook up with a wire coat hanger, I'm a throwback (uh)
Barry San' highlight reel, welcome to the twilight zone
Hit it with a two step, cut it with thе acetone

Gang time Mеdellin, we the ones who set the tone
Might not be when you call, but always on time like the metronome
Neighborhood dope dealer spot hot as a pressing comb
More realer, more triller, more thug than flesh and bone

I keep my hands on my pole
A nigga disrespect, he catch a hole
Just know that you been told
I got that heat to leave you cold
I guarantee that you ain't getting old
Just know that you been told

This game is real, so never fold
That type of shit can get you Peter Rolled
Just know that you been told
Because the drama will unfold (Gladiators, the Showoff)
Rolling with Mr. James, that nigga bold (Concreatures)
Just know that you been told

I am not for the games
Too many people died for me to get where I'm at
So don't be playing with my name
'Cause all I got is my word and my testes
And if a nigga ever try to test these
We sliding like some Gretzkys

Catch you in Cancun, snatch you off the jet skis
Fuck your Sea-doo, wait 'til you see what we do
Swiss cheese, you 'till your see-through, bitch, we lethal
And it's some where that came from for all of your people
I'll peel your potatoes, split you like a banana
From Long Island to Lewis Manor to Louisiana

And nigga, when you see me, you bound to lose your manners
And your lunch, when I put your bitch ass in a crunch
I put a nigga in a figure four, sling around like a figure eight
Figures you's a fuck ass nigga, might as well figure-skate
Eat the food up off a nigga plate, damn, that say something
R.I.P to DJ Kay Slay, straight stunting

I keep my hands on my pole
A nigga disrespect, he catch a hole
Just know that you been told
I got that heat to leave you cold
I guarantee that you ain't getting old
Just know that you been told

This game is real, so never fold
That type of shit can get you Peter Rolled
Just know that you been told
Because the drama will unfold
Rolling with Mr. James, that nigga bold
Just know that you been told