Letra de Kappa 2002

Got drank by the paint, dro by the pound It's 2002, and it still go down Headed back to the Kappa, still 4's and adapters It's the Mr. Slim Thug, the flow pro rapper I got a caramel model, shaped like a coke bottle On I 4-5, mashing on a Coupe throttle We gon shut the wall down, I said it and I meant it Best believe them Boyz In Blue, gon represent it Never tripping off the laws, we gon move the crowd When we come through swanging, with the beat up loud Ah this year baby, I'm the Boss-Boss I got candy and chrome, on everything I floss Still wrecking with the house, it ain't no love loss Me and Watts getting money, while these haters fall off Sitting on the sideline, they should of stayed down Ain't shit changed but the times, is back in 9-9 Still getting what's mine, I'm still on the grind Making big dollar signs, on I'm still unsigned You can't knock us, number one requested from the boppers Only rapper in Houston, riding on don't-stopper's [scratching] I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters I'm the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters I'm the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper