(feat. H.A.W.K., Lil Keke, Big Pokey, Drastic)


[Hook x2: Drastic]

Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank

With your wide body, hogging the road

Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set

Where you from fool (7-1-Tre)


[H.A.W.K.:]

7-1-3 boy, smoke good tree boy

Jam Bun B boy, free Pimp C boy

Yeah it's me boy, raised in the 3 boy

The South's Jay-Z boy, get a load of me boy

I'm so thoed, riding in a wide body load

Remote control, just to see the top unfold

I'm hogging the road, in something with fo' do's

With fo' hoes, ready to take off they clothes

You been exposed, to a place ain't no dirt roads

It's elbows and vogues, or you rolling deuce 4's

Fades and afros, and designer clothes

You in the big leagues now, you dealing with pros

We been doing this, since '86

T-tops and ricks, and I bang the six

Y'all boys new to this, to us it's old

Remember 7-1-3, is the area code


[Hook x2:]

Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank

With your wide body, hogging the road

Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set

Where you from fool (2-8-1)


[Lil' Keke:]

Ok I get it how I live, cause it must be done

It's either 7-1-3, or probably 2-8-1

They say Lil' Keke is a legend, so how long will you mourn

Smoke the dank and sip the drank, because I'm Texas born

I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, C.M.G. on the plate

I'm in a wide body beamer, call it quarter to eight

Catch me slipping and sliding, prolly banging up in my tape

If you coming 2-8-1, then you exit the Beltway

Take I-10 to 6-10, but take your time

I'm passing by the galleria, them laws from 59

Got three area codes, cause we back in demand

But don't ever get it twisted, it's Priches or Timmy Chan's

Thug Dirt layed the fire, so it's def'nitely good

From the bottom to the top, I give it back to the hood

It's the 7-1-Tre, call it the 8-3-2

We represent for 2-8-1, cause my niggaz that's what it do


[Hook x2:]

Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank

With your wide body, hogging the road

Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set

Where you from fool (8-3-2)


[Big Pokey:]

Sensei'll kill the beat, make a nigga feel the heat

Yellowstone Texas nigga, tough as guerilla meat

15's in the trunk, kicking like guerilla feet

Hard top flat screen, palamine pillow seats

Never let a broad, take me out of my mind

Podina gon make her break, and pay me like a fine

Me I get the work, go straight to the mound

Old school hitting switches, nigga scraping the ground

I'm the same nigga repping for time

At the house screaming money over bullshit, safe on the grind

Them wankstas in the way daddy, they finna find

The flood gates open, soon as I'm finna break me it dizzown

The rap game, kinda remind me of the grid iron

In the heat all day on my feet, putting my bid down

I go off like a seed nine, cold in the booth

7-60 with the wig down, 8-3-2


[Hook:]

Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank

With your wide body, hogging the road

Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set

Where you from fool (7-1-Tre)

Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank

With your wide body, hogging the road

Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set

Where you from fool (2-8-1)

Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank

With your wide body, hogging the road

Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set

Where you from fool (8-3-2)