A rapper celebrates San Antonio's neighborhoods and nightlife, name-dropping East Terrace, Northside, Westside, and spots like Sunset Station and Chocolate City. He warns that smooth vibes mask the city's gritty street culture, mixing boasts about local reputation with vivid slang about women, food, and attitude.
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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 lies. They clucking for that chicken. Doggish style, no mission, let it be known. Colonel Sanders ain't got shit on the tone. 30, 35 herbs with boats and spices. I-10 legends, no identity crisis. Home of the one-hitter quitters, get a ring around that eye. Go to that sudden death east side, 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 sin. We can't get it right. Now sit back and hate as we continue to win. This is state time. 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. Have you running and stomping, make you write a song saying we're just like Compton. Get us playing your ass. Get the point, now don't subtract. We run the courts in Texas, 5 rings to be exact. Hey, 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 Lounge, 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 is A-Town, don't let the smooth taste fool you. Come through, your girl will run through.
