New South Connection - Prohibit's Hybrid Lyrics

What they talking bout?
Really bout nothing now
Same beats
With the same ol' lame style

Do the stanky leg?
What? With a bunch of men?
Naw, man
I got a dame wobbling on my leg

You little "yes men"
Following the trend again
How bout you let a Pro
Lead you to the promised land

On a Pro beat
Prohibit's propane
Profanate
Any fake game our way

It's a prohibition
Feeling like a new depression
So the Pros coming through
With a new amendment

It's a BIG, Pac
Screwed Up resurrection
So if you're down
You a Pro by association

What they talking bout?
What they talking bout?
Man, what they talking bout?
HiDef, what the **** is they talking bout?

Def is what they talking bout
Moe is what they talking bout
Vinny what they talking bout
The pros be what they talking bout

They talking bout our city
Yeah, they talking bout our swag
It's the New South Connection
Laced up, acting bad

Putting in the work
And we hustle on the side
Always living in the booth
Staying high to survive

Said we writing live rhymes
Man, we living through song
Keeping it one hundred
'Til the day that we gone

Just mixed a little Apple
With the Lone Star State
And threw a pro in the mix
And it is, oh, so great

Add a twenty to a four
Stir it up, we call it grape
Tip it 'til you can't stand
That's the H-Town way

You ain't talking bout nothing
No, you softer than a bruise
But my boys are coming live
Like the 10 o'clock news

Go ahead and do the Dougie
We'll wait and walk it out
We'll meet up at the corner
We call this the knock 'em out

Always coming with the truth
Never came with a front
Going hard in the paint
Like a prowler on the hunt

So shout to Prohibit
Chunk a deuce out to Bun
Got the track wrapped up
So ima holler at you, One

What they talking bout?
What they talking bout?
What they talking bout?
Yo, Moe, what the **** is they talking bout?

I'm in that black thang
Sitting pretty
And you're frontingwith that wack chain
You looking silly

The finest linen fit me
Serving hustlers and they tip me
I'm like your girl's favorite drink
She always wanna sip me

She take a big gulp of this
Said she love it
**** unbelievable
I took a picture of it

What I say be real
I advise you **** trust it
You understand my flow
Then you should get be above it

No, we ain't hearing that
Oh, no tearing that
So-so rhymes
Dance moves looking ****

Now we got a problem
You yelling out, Oh, no!
Said you never ratting
But you call the po-po

The nerve of these guys
They used to beat you
And now I really see why

Ima tell you why
You **** can see I
Your style is plain
And I'm flyer than a G5

I see you waiving from the ground
You holding the crown?
How are you a peasant now?
Every time they speak

They asking, Can you hear me now?
When they music play
The Pros will always turn it down
Then we like

What you talking bout?
What you talking bout?
What you talking bout?
Hey, yo, Pros,
What the **** these **** talking bout?