Guerilla Maab Fondren And Main Lyrics

Fondren And Main Lyrics

f/ Taz



[Hook]

I'm grabbing grain, in the turning lane

And I gotta maintain (cause the law behind me)

I've tried to leave the game, I know I need to change

(I need to resco' again) meet me on Fondren & Main



[Z-Ro]

I was a superstar at seventeen

Famous in the ghetto, for working a triple beam

Somebody told me it was destiny, for me to suffer

Cause when the going gets rough, it only gets rougher

I had to make a quick change from Lunchables, and a spot on the bus

To eating at Papa Deauxx everyday, and a Suburban with bump

I got the game from my partna, but all he told me was Ro

Before you get your feet wet partna, you better be sho

If you get caught it's Penitentiary time, understand

Fronted me nine, and now we got the hottest on the van

My grandmother knew what it was doing, because my pockets stuck out

And plus she told me I love you, but get your shit out my house

All I ever wanted to do, was just shine a little

Bump and grind a little, and then recline a little

Trying to protain, lavish have it like the H.A.W.K

You need another zone then I'm on my way, because I'm trapped in the game



[Hook]



[Dougie D]

Well I done came from crumbs to bricks

While I'm hustling up in the city streets

On the block of Fondren and Main, coppers know where the killas be

When I get out I'm gonna make me a change

The whole situation, seemed a bit strange

Everybody wanna die, somebody brain

Dougie D, trying to collect a little change

And grip the grain, swang turning lanes

With a whole bunch of hoes, yelling out my name

Pop trunk open wide, up in down South mayn

And when I work the wood, I lean on maintain

Or put it on your brain, ain't worried bout a damn thang

Without leaving this shit, and everybody need to change

But plus again, ain't worried bout a damn thang

Set up shop, up on Fondren and Main



[Taz]

I wish I was the one with the top down

In a chromed out Benz, with all my friends

Bank account, with unlimited ends

Gripping, I ain't sweating the rent

The only problem is, I'm a FED fella

With no intentions on, taking a loss

And everytime I see the law, my heart pauses

Riding dirty, everytime I'm flossing

I got tossed in the game, at a early age

Trying to push pounds and tons

Looking for fortune and fame

Through the smoke of my Mary Jane

Trying to control the game

Instead of trying to find another way to stay paid

I was stuck at a materialistic stage

Now I have a piece and chain, with expensive shades

Trying to resco' again, now I got two chances

I could pay the cost, and everyone they take a loss

So when the laws come, shake em off

Headed for the border man, I'm making it cross

Or I could break off a tight job, and do it right this time

Is you crazy baby, I gots to grind



[Hook - 2x]