Haystak Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Reckon Lyrics

Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah

 Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love

 Those who didn't (Ha Ha)

 

 [Verse 1]

 I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy

 Balling just picture me baby

 You and me hit you so crazy

 You gonna be pushing them daises

 We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades

 While you hustling on the block 

 We fishing in the Everglades

 Reckon I run up in this liquor store 

 Pick up a fifth of that Crown

 We were puffing on that herb 

 When y'all break it down and frown

 Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town

 They used to call me JD out South slinging pound

 Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out

 Lay low when you see some shit in the south

 Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow

 So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas

 Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash

 

 [Chrous]

 I reckon we fully prepaired

 Reckon you oughta be scared

 Reckon we out of control

 Thinking bout platinum and gold

 Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now

 Reckon you bitches gonna learn 

 You can't keep Haystak down

 

 I reckon we fully prepaired 

 Reckon you oughta be scared

 Reckon we out of control

 Thinking bout platinum and gold

 Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now

 Reckon you bitches gonna learn

 

 [Verse 2]

 I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken

 I'll be here till I leave yo

 Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast

 My people(echo) country as collard greens

 Money hungry dope fiends

 Go get that cheese by any means

 Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon

 Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon

 I came up with cash villians

 Riding right, sack dealin

 We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back)

 In the back of the club

 In the back of the limo

 Nothing changed but the day,the date on my

 Presidential

 I came hard on my first

 I came hard on my second

 I come hard on my third

 Do you reckon? I reckon

 

 [Chrous]

 

 [Verse 3]

 I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars

 Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx)

 Cops pull us over looking for rocks

 Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks

 You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash

 Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass

 I'm talking bad to security up in the club

 You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up

 They told me cowards won't dig it

 They told me haters ain't liking it

 I told them that ain't whats on my 

 Mind when I'm writing it

 If my people had got popped and never did fold

 Knowing they been took care of it 

 Soon as they got parole(echo)

 

 [Chrous]

 

 (DJ scratches then cold end)