A San Antonio rapper celebrates the city's neighborhoods, venues, and Spurs' five championship rings over a hook warning not to be fooled by a smooth taste. The track name-checks Eastside, Northside, Westside, and local spots like Tucker's and Sunset Station while mixing street pride with braggadocio.
Hey, San Antonio, this is for you. This is S-Town. Don't let the smooth taste fool you. Come through, your girl will run through. Show a little sin, we can't get it right. Now sit back and hate. As we continue to win. Women thicker than a Snickers, big thighs, no lie. Stay clucking for that chicken, doggy style, no mission. Let it be known, Colonel Sanders ain't got shit on the tone. 30, 30, 35 herbs with 14 spices. I-10 legends, no identity crisis. Home of the one-hitter quitters, get a ring around that eye. Go Dodi, go to that sudden death. Eastside, stand up please. B or WTG will make you fall to your knees. The East Terrace was BK, CK. They gave no pass. But the Northside was full of pride. The Glen would get in your ass. Westside G, where our brown brothers played. Get caught slipping on some devious missions. That's where your ass get laid. This is A-Town. Don't, don't let the smooth taste fool you. Come through. Your girl will run through. Show her a little scene. We can't get it right. Now sit back and hate as we continue to win. This is safe town. No flash, get the cash. Simple folks but on some G shit. Come here thinking it's sweet shit, better ask DJ Quick. It'll be an illusion. Every run in and stomp and make you write a song saying we're just like Compton. Get a spur in your ass. Get the point, now don't subtract. We run the courts in Texas, 5 rings to be exact. Stay down, don't let the smooth taste fool you. Come through, your girl will run through. Show her a little sin, we can't get it right. Now sit back and hate as we continue to win. Players and pimps, a retired man's dream. Got love for the horizons. Step inside Midtown, your fit better be clean. Let me walk to the river downtown, so cold. Legendary spots in my Prime Time, Chocolate City, don't forget the North Pole. Sunset Station, the ladies was there. The Walls and Louds may get hit with a chair. The 402 was for players. If you went to Tyler's, you was a bad motherfucker. But the best drinks was always at Tucker's. This A-Town, don't let the smooth taste fool you. Come through, your girl will run through. Show her a little sin. We can't get it right. Now sit down. Hey, hey, as we continue doing.
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