The Legend Lyrics

The Legend lyrics

f/ E.S.G., Lil Baller, Lucky, Slim Thug







(*talking*)



Hope y'all can hear me out there



Mic check to the world, huh



Broadcasting, 2000 and 1, still at Screw's house



Huh, he back on the table, but you just don't see him



You got to feel him, know what I'm talking bout



E.S.G. huh, the god, the legend what



Putting it down, my partna Slim Thug, huh



Lil Baller up in here, Lucky we bout to do this man



My partna the legend, uh, feel this feel this







[Hook: Lucky]



Here's a little story, from the Freestyle King



Just some Down South G's, forfilling they dreams



Gripping on pine, swanging through your town



It's that boy E.S.G., and you know he gon clown







[E.S.G.]



Hold up hold up, open up who's this



The one who made you say Maan, new year new shit



My twinkies twist Screwed Up Click, you can ask Pres. Bush



I'm the state representative, man take a look



Open your eyes up better wise up, now how you love that



I'm in Memphis fucking chickenheads, me and Project Pat



Paper stacks what we got, platinum ice up in my mouth



Hardest legend up out the South, E.S.G. gon spell it out



Now the S is for the Southside, which I claim



Now the C is for the way my partna, changed the game



Sipping bar now the R, for his first name



Which is Robert, Robert you know I felt your pain



Now the next letter E, I'ma hold it down for you



What's the last one fool, ahh shit W



That's for Screw too and Screw too, now I'm about to wreck



Left the world slowed down, and ain't caught up yet







[Hook: Lucky]



See the Slim Thug, boppers bopping



Hatas hate so they mug, pouring it up



And sipping drank out a jug, boss hogg



Keeping it crunk in the club, with that boy Mr. Luck'







[Slim Thug]



My freestyle is flawless, my lifestyle is flawless



Them Boss Hogg Outlaw boys, be the rawest



Much love to the legend, by the name of DJ Screw



I'm strutting on buttons, coming through candy blue



Paid dues broke the rules, putting it down with Big Tyme



Candy do's glass 4's, is how that H-Town shine



I'm on a million dolla grind, you can tell when you see me



All that balling that's on T.V., that's me in 3-D



20 inches off the ground, dropping 20 inch screens



When Slim Thug on the scene, you see seedy green that lean



I'm a show flow wrecker, I put my money on my mouth



It's the boss of the North, putting it down with the South



Looking good in a Fleetwood, I'm pulling bops in my drop



We keep straight through stop signs, and pop trunk on cops



Slim Thug, E.S.G., taking our respect



Northside Houston Tex, 'nuff said who's next ha







[Hook: Lucky]



Lil Baller, shot caller



Got Excursions, Durangos and Impalas



And all us, fin to do our thang



Ice on piece and chain, wrist and the pinky ring







[Lil Baller]



DJ Screw, this Lil Baller and I never met you mayn



But from them boys and to you mixing, can't forget you mayn



I came a long way, from playing Atari



Now I'm Jaguar and Rover, and a Gucci Ferrari



I'm back and I'm on the scene, and I got my mean mug



And I'm fin to do a track with E.S.G., and that boy Slim Thug



Now from the Northside, to the Southside



Everybody mouth drop, it's open wide



And now I'm talking bout, when y'all see me on your block



I see y'all dropping top, and I see the blades chop



And when y'all see me open the trunk, knock knock



And y'all gon see the way I do it, from the top top



And I'm fin to wreck it mayn, put it down with Big Tyme



Fin to do a big rhyme, then I get my big shine



And y'all boys, really ain't ready



Cause down here, we ch-chop like mechettis







[Hook: Lucky]



Grip wood grain, swang lane to lane



Pop my trunk, and let the 18's bang



Steady jamming Screw, till the end of time



Even though you gone, you still on my time







Yeaah-yeeah uh huh, uh huh







(*scratching*)