NBA lyrics

[Intro: That Mexican OT]
(Where you goin' now?)
(I'm goin' to Rob's house)
Yeah
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)
TB, you did your thing, baby

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
HP full of Drodi, this a Perc', so I ain't no drug dealer
Play with my money or my family, they gon' turn me to a cold killer
How you figure that I push up with a Tommy like my name Hilfiger?
Yoppa cuttin' like a blade, I'm gettin' surgical, I'll take out his liver

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
If you ain't got nothin' good to say to a n*gga, don't say sh*t at all
That's why I don't speak a word to these people, I just punch a n*gga in the jaw
I be in my thoughts staring at these walls
My baby girl help whenever I fall
I was duckin' and dodgin', runnin' from the laws
My friends wasn't there, I had no one to call
But now that I'm up, everybody wanna call
I was goin' so hard, the NBA hit me up because they thought a Mexican tryna ball
If you feelin' jumpy, n*gga, leap like a frog
You tryna chit-chat, n*gga, f*ck that
Spin on his block, I'ma get me some get-back
This ain't nothin' new, your b*tch ass been a rat
Shoot him up, make his body spin just like a ceiling fan
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
HP full of Drodi, this a Perc', so I ain't no drug dealer
Play with my money or my family, they gon' turn me to a cold killer
How you figure that I push up with a Tommy like my name Hilfiger?
Yoppa cuttin' like a blade, I'm gettin' surgical, I'll take out his liver

[Verse 2: ColdBlooded Tyrell]
They play with the gang, then I gotta crush 'em
That's end of discussion, not one for the talking
I really won't play with that boy or his buddy
I f*ck 'round and chalk 'em, get flipped like a dolphin
Or maybe Free Willie
Best grab you a coat 'cause it's chilly when ColdBlooded active
Don't care where he from, who he know, or the n*ggas he with
All my brothers got orders to tax him
They really ain't f*ckin' with me and I'm done being humble
Talkin' like lightning, I'm bringin' the thunder
Young hood gorilla, I been in the jungle
I'm nice with my hands, but I'm not 'bout to rumble
Or tussle with lil' dude
'Cause l'Il heat him up if he too cool
I feel like I'm Webbie, I'm too smooth
You f*ckin' with winners, I don't lose
On God, on gang, yeah

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
HP full of Drodi, this a Perc', so I ain't no drug dealer
Play with my money or my family, they gon' turn me to a cold killer
How you figure that I push up with a Tommy like my name Hilfiger?
Yoppa cuttin' like a blade, I'm gettin' surgical, I'll take out his liver