Rot Away Written By: G. Crawford
Nothin’ but a writer with a beat and a rhyme and a rapper kind of mind that’s all I am Never match that with the clothes I rack cuz I think it’s irrelevant if the music jams Never gonna be a Lil Wayne or a Drake, Jay-Z, Kanye or an Eminem either Just gonna be me as real as documentaries call it Big Hush Theater Mobile phone on my hip if you want to give a call and pick apart my brain I’ll tell you this mainstream music’s one part cool and four parts lame Big names get a big ego and a big posse that can only say yes Just so the chain stays on that chest and self-esteem will not drop any less Doesn’t take a brainy-ack to do the math on that take it back to a decade replay You can see those artists looking like a doggone dog in the middle of the freeway Leave me with a couple of mil a microphone and a booth and I’m out of your hair Never bother you again but I’m going to swear that I’ll come back around like a county fair
(Chorus) Well if you really feel it then you’re gonna really get it Long as you just really want it (really want it, really want it) If you really feel it then you’re gonna really get it Long as you just really want it (really want it, really want it) If you have to be told what is really hot then it really ain’t hot So just let it rot, rot, rot away If you have to be told what is really hot then it really ain’t hot So just let it rot, rot, rot away
I’m the kind of man that believes in being yourself the uniqueness cannot beat this I’m gonna die hard with a vengeance cuz originality does not hold weakness If you get you from imitation then you ain’t nothing but a doctor’s patient Getting worked on til your long gone while the doc plays golf at a pond funded by your payment To deep? Well let me put it this way, be yourself, keep your dough Stop giving out the big bucks just to copy somebody on a tv show Know what I mean, or am I crazy? Speak if I’m getting out of line here y’all If you want to put in a formal complaint take it down to the city hall
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I hope you’re getting the message I hope you’re getting the picture I hope you let it just rot away I hope you’re getting the message I hope you’re getting the picture I hope you let it just rot, rot, rot away
Double up a couple triple A’s put ‘em back in my back real fast where the plastic flap’s at And I’ll have energy to mash a rat-pack you point me at a track I’ll be glad to smash that Just do what I do with no interruptions from pop-cult influence I hate to break it to you but you must be truant if you didn’t know that’s the way I do it Take a tip from the quiet one and be proud to holla out on your own opinions Get a peep here of my own dominion and dance to the drum like a wild injun Anytime I say what’s on my noodle some people think I’m seeing choppers But I’m all leveled out like a pop-up I’m just hype like I’m not the father
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Texas Livin’ Written By: G. Crawford & G. LaPaglia | Guitar solo by J. Turner
Big Hush Down south, cool people, friendly unless you cross lines You put us over that fault-line we’ll put you in that all pine So just relax, enjoy this cuz Texas is a paradise We love watching that sunset and love sipping that Parrot Ice Whata-size on everything see bigger is the best way We’re trying to get to more bread than a Brookshire Brothers grocery And I stay down here in this city known as B-Town I’m real close to A&M, that Aggieland, that “Whoop!” sound Study it up on the Lone Star if this is all just foreign We bring that art like Mozart if it ain’t ours then it is boring Flooring this, swangin’ that, work for them and then make a stack Non-fiction I’m only fact that’s why I make these Texas tracks
(Chorus x2) It’s one for the money and it’s two for the show Three for the coast that I call my home This is Texas Livin’, This is Texas livin’
G-Bird Well it’s Mr. Third Coast baby reppin’ like a flag And I’m ballin’ like a pro though I sure don’t mean to brag I’ve got life by the boaches and I’m paid by the state Texas plates on my Tundra so no “scrapin plates” See the thing about this state, it’s a straight frame of mind Get your dreams on the rise, having faith like you’re blind Make a memory every minute live it up like I’m dying Empty out that bucket list staying steady with the trying Got a cannon in the truck so I can straight Jurassic Park Keep a heater up in front just in case they want to start It’s a Texan way to be taking pride in our home Shinin’ rides, reppin’ sets and maybe grippin’ on the chrome
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Dewski Guitar Break
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Let Morning Deal With That Written By: G. Crawford
(Chorus) It’s 4 o’clock I’ve gotta get up at 6 I need to get me some rest but I don’t know what that is I can’t make strides if I’m laid out on my back It’s gonna hurt in the morning but I’ll let morning deal with that
I’m living in the late-night trying to get my work done listen to the tick-tock 25 past 1 Calling it my last one but it won’t be, I can already see I’ll be up past 3 Cuz the grind won’t sleep, won’t take breaks sunrise gonna meet me wide awake I fight to make my brain keep functioning eventhough it feels like sane I’m in I’m past that point of midnight oil, if I don’t work I don’t eat and what I’ve got will spoil Chugging down caffeine breathing on a third wind, understanding that I’m gonna be hurting When I clock in at the paycheck-maker eyes looking like a painted fan for the Raiders If you want it then get dedicated to it, no sleep max-pain and you push right through it
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Day-to-day life gets so mundane I love my weekends, hate Mondays And some may say that it’s not so bad man I got to applaud ‘em cuz I don’t understand that If I found one stack it wouldn’t be enough for me to escape and hang my timecard up Gonna take a few of those and they don’t come quick money’s not automatic and I don’t drive stick The way I make due is to make this music God gave me a gift and I’m gonna use it Hog these nights and I drag ‘em out long falling asleep to the loop of a song Gonna wake up with a pain in my neck and my back & my head & my eyes but it’s worth all of that I glance at the time man it moves so fast, 4 o’clock now so there’s no turning back
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I pour it all out til the early morning, then I find some more to give Dig down deep and grab the fire, send it out straight through my pen Life is short don’t hesitate, put what you love above all else Tired or not you’ll do your job and that old man will still get his wealth
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Suite 513 Written By: G. Crawford
Hey there what’s your name, bud? What’s up I go by Big Hush Well damn man you wrecked the stage, you had it live inside this club Thank you man I appreciate it, you look like someone that I’ve met You’ve probably seen my billboards, out on the highway, headed west? That’s it, that’s where it’s from, the “World Famous Music Guru” Well that’s just a nickname but yeah it sums up what I could do Anyway I like your style I think you’re what this music needs I’ve got a company under me that could put you on easy street Ok well I’m listenin’ this sounds like somethin’ pretty good I’m open mind but I haven’t signed, just so we’re both understood Oh I get it but this is business not for this little public scene Come downtown on Monday morning to this address, Suite 513
(Chorus) I’m the biggest game in town and I’ve got all the connects Everything is done in house I can sign all of your checks I’ve got big plans for you and it’s really quite a vision Only thing you’ve gotta do is follow all of my decisions I can promise you the world, cars, women, fame and wealth But you need to make some changes to some things about yourself See you told me that you’re hungry well I’m offering a meal So tell me what’s your name again and do we have a deal?
Hi there, may I help you sir? Yes ma’am I’m here to see your boss Ok well you just have seat, give me your name and I’ll make the call Well hey there, champ! You made it early, that’s ok Carol I’ve got this one Big Hush you just come follow me we’ll talk some numbers and get this done Ok I’m down to see what’s up and so far color me impressed This nice place has nice views, it’s all you if I had to guess Yeah I’ve done ok with this but let me get down to the point I think you’re great, you have the skill but that image man is out of joint I look at you and I don’t see rap, major labels won’t see that either What I see is a country boy or something like “Leave It To Beaver” Let me stop you right here and now, this is me and I will not change Whoa Big Hush, calm down, just hear me out and what I’ve got to say
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It’s like this, I’ll be real honest sir I thank you for the time But if you plan to change anything about me then you’re way behind Big Hush? Nah there’s no discussion I know you’re big and have connections But if I compromise for money then I couldn’t look at my reflection What if I give you a bonus 50k just free and clear? Follow me and trust me one album and one tour this year Nah my man it will not happen and this could be my mistake It’s time to go I’ll find the door and if I blow up it’ll be my way
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Get A Picture Written By: G. Crawford & B. Taylor
Big Hush This chance might be the last that I get, grab a camera put the memory card in back of it A couple 20 shots yeah that’s adequate at the V-Grille for a badass rap event Rewind that back to the “quite a while ago” pullin’ out we gotta leave Potomac studio Almost hittin’ trees me there spittin’ flow, I ain’t gotta tell you though it’s on the video Old times don’t last but that ain’t news, good times move fast like a runnin’ shoe I do a show better have a flip cam too better have proof of the things that I can do Documented all the things that I done did, take a picture of the duo that records this Big Hush, Boss Tay and the mic lit, a photograph is the only way to write this
(Chorus) Let me get a picture, let me get a video Let me get a picture, let me get a video In case I don’t come back again, don’t do this again Won’t see this again I’ve gotta have a document to show I did it
Boss Taylor Click click snap snap get your pictures, on your iPhones or your BB curves Papparazzi type confuse me with Bill Paxton cuz how I twister Real life experience these ain’t just words, get out the hatin’ lane and gone and just merge You steadily hatin’ which just seems so absurd I’m makin’ believers quote my words like scriptures Now picture this, Jodi Pha, Boss Tay and that Shea SHELLZ, Big Hush, Sambo and that Pattymelt Got the mug on mean lookin’ clean posted up all hard in that stairwell Givin’ haters hell, yeah ain’t it insane my lines be the powder going straight to the brain Like a headshot to the top I aim, my life be that movie while yours is still framed
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Big Hush All the places and the moments that I’ve been through, all the people that I’m ever gonna know too It’ll continue like the legend of the Kung Fu and old age is the way it confronts you Point back to my time here look at that, proly laugh at my choice in a fav hat Proly laugh at the fun had on a track, proly laugh at that line cuz I said that Livin’ life at the opposite of top speed, I soak it up and let it ride like a hot beat Nevermind all the things that it’s cost me, I snap back like I just cracked broccoli I do it big and I do it with a flash, a fly-by that’s the way it’s gonna last In case I’m never coming back to have a blast I’m payin’ for your trouble and I’m breaking out cash
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Boss Taylor Nascar life yeah I’m on that fast track takin’ for granted everything I can’t get back And when it all goes wrong I’m on my phone naked ass shots of my ex-girls call them flashbacks Life will throw you curves that’ll make you change up, you all about your cash? Yeah homie sho nuff From the hundreds in the clubs to the drugs to the plugs now your ass on the corner with a handout cup Who’s to say you ain’t do that right? Keep what you’re aimin’ for in sight And knowin’ what I wanna be got me takin’ opportunity like a muh-fucking thief in the night These haters steady swervin’ in my lane so I gotta swang on em like a muh-fucking fist in a fight And we going hard as hell shout out to SHELLZ colder than your natty going pro just to show that we greater than your daddy’s daddy’s daddy
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Come Change My Mind Written By: G. Crawford
Well straight out the gate when I walk into this place I see a room full of people that are lookin’ fly A lot of girls lookin’ hot as fire but only one female that has caught my eye It doesn’t take some rocket scientist to sense this is something wrong Over there with an angry stare you’re electrifyin’ but the power’s not on Ok did you glance this way? Don’t think I missed those batting eyes You want me to come cheer you up and turn the night around? Well I can be that guy Just give me another smile like the one you showed bout a minute ago I’m not leavin’ til I talk to you so it’s up to you how fast this goes
(Chorus) Come change my mind, She said it with that face Come change my mind, She said it with those eyes Come change my mind, She said it with that look Come change my mind, She said it with that smile
If it takes some clownin’ round well then I’ll put on a show and act like a fool I only care about impressin’ you so let a room full of strangers think I’m not cool I can tell by the face you’re makin’ your just waitin’ for a chance to let the guard down And maybe I’m just crazy bout you but I’m thinking that time might be right now Give me one more grin like that and I will in fact have to be revived You’re takin’ every single breath away and if I said that I mind then I just lied I wanna wake up tomorrow with you around noon inside of my bedroom And that’s if your attitude improves, hey I think it’s already started to
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Get the best of the situation just a little temptation is all that we need I’m so glad that you came around and wiped out the doubt that I’d sweep you off your feet Now you’re sayin’ that it’s been fun but you’ve gotta run ok that’s fine You just gotta stop lookin’ at me with that face that says come change my mind
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Hold Em Off Written By: G. Crawford
Channel every ounce of power that I got inside put the rocket pack on my I’ll be ready to fly To spread the message that I’m here and I will not break my exterior’s frosted but I will not flake Put your rake away if you said I’d fall like leaves I’ll be here until the end and all attendees leave You know the state I represent so you know where I stand in the battle to the finish either dead or last man Always got a person wanting to be a road block if they wanna trade shots then I’m locked and I’m cocked I can hold em off all day do it with my head up, building up to the punch this is just a setup Motivator music kind of thing to make you hype let the kick drum here set the pace of the fight Thunder and the lightning the only thing I’m bringing, I’m not gonna hear a fat lady do her singing
(Chorus x2) Not gonna look down, I won’t lose strength Nah I gotta hold em off, hold em off, hold em off Hold em off, hold em off, hold em off
Someone comes along with the pushin’ and the shovin’ they try to puff up like they’re cookin’ in the oven But I’m never gonna let em back me to a wall what I’m gonna do is take my stance hold em off Push it back the other way and watch their face drop when they realize I’m not a dude they can stop I’m the big to the ticket, the hush to the money, the kinda guy you ask for a little and get plenty Above and beyond is what I’m founded on my work ethic stays cruisin’ on the autobahn But these punks that are frontin’ never see that, nope, they’d rather charge right at me just to be assholes
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I’m an advocate of anybody tryin’ to reach stars and the enemy of anybody tryin’ to leave scars Take it from me I’ve gotta couple that are permanent I just roll em up and I ain’t sayin’ that I’m permin’ it Usin’ it for fuel every gallon goes priceless hit em with my intellect and loosen up the tight fists Beat ya at your own game on your home field get a kiss from your girlfriend ask ya how it feels Just to prove a point that we don’t wanna do this in fact I recommend we feed the beef to some blue fish Cuz I can hold you off for as long as it takes if I call my back-up then I’ll put you away There’s a method to my madness and a reward so I’m driven, given that’s what I’m doin’ it for Havin’ people everywhere know just who I am with their chin raised high and my music to jam
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Lone Star Lessons Written By: G. Crawford
I was a kid from the burbs feelin’ good to be a gangsta bangin’ in my Chevy knockin’ pictures of ya wall Wishin’ that I had some blades rollin’ on choppas and showin’ all my crew that this is the way we ball Tunin’ into a Mexican radio to catch a jam sleepin’ in middle class but havin’ ghetto dreams Sucka free fool and yeah I’m third coast born but pay attention this only one of three 16’s I started rappin’ cuz I wanted to be pimpin’ pens but as it happens I just think I’m gon be screwed for life I’d do the southside, the south- the southside eventhough I can’t dance and probably don’t do it right See I hold it down don’t make me call up Mike Jones don’t make me bring the fire like I’m 25 lighters Get ya mind correct I’m just tellin’ you a story afterall I’d rather be a chick magnet than a fighter
(Chorus) They told me that the tops drop, told me you can back back Said they thought of many ways and I listened like Mann Said they wanna be a balla so I wanted to too Fell in love with my money started askin’ whatitdo Said they’re from the south and got the diamonds in their mouth Made me love a slab I’m a wheel watcher now Said they’re chillin’ with their broad so I already know One day they were here and the next they were gone
A friend of mine had a Lacville ’79 and used to only take it out on a sunny day Somethin’ in the deck soundin’ fine head noddin’ with mine rollin’ chrome headed home jammin’ ball ‘n parlay From the north to the south there was somethin’ real special everybody and their mother tryin’ to be too trill I’d go to Hearne where the G-Bird stayed on a hill and had a Pontiac back bumpin’ out to So Real All these cats in the state made my high school soundtrack imaginin’ the diamonds & wood when I would sway Bein’ draped up and dripped out best that I could and screamin’ Texas mother fucker that’s where I stay From the city of syrup I gotta heavy crash course at the time thought my mind was probably playin’ tricks on me But once I finally got addicted it was game over, high so high on this audio chronic
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I’m not falsifyin’ anything I’ve said on this track I’m true and you can thank Texas for that A little slower cuz this is how we do it down south real recognize real down on our map Every ride down here is boss hoggin’ lanes yeah that Texas flippin’ is the only certified version You might see em comin’ down maybe sittin’ sideways but have you ever seen a candy coated excursion? If you’re gonna come and hate we’ll say who dat talkin’ down then have you leavin’ whistlin’ some country rap tunes I might be livin’ in the past but I don’t mind that cuz everyday I’m in the 27th of June
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You’ll Be Around Written By: G. Crawford
What can I say about a girl that’s always there for me Showin’ so much care for me I’ll choose my words carefully Whisper that you’re everything that I ever prayed for Opened up a new door that I had not been through before I’m lovin’ love every minute hope this feeling won’t stop Take this world we live in and stick me right up on the top Look at me with those eyes make me melt away And I’ll fall even deeper for you than I was yesterday It’s amazing that we just met only a couple years back I feel like you have been around as long as I have had a past Thank God that we had friends thinkin’ we would be a match Must have used a string and needle baby cuz I’m so attached
(Chorus x2) You pick me up when I’m feelin’ down, you sing to me when there ain’t any sound You make me smile when I wanna frown, when no one else is there I know you’ll be around
Anytime you speak it’s like an angel singin’ to me Say I’m caught up in the moment say I’ve seen too many movies But I mean it and I do not care what my friends are gonna think Let my friendship sink if they’re not down with backin’ me Got this girl that brings light to my darkest days Said I’ve got this girl that’s down to ride each and every roadway Anytime with you is not a moment that I’d miss I hold on to you loosely but I count every kiss Just fall asleep on my shoulder I’ll be right here when you wake Set aside the Friday nights and we’ll get fancy to date Turn it on your favorite show when we’re watchin’ tv I’d rather watch you bein’ cute so you just don’t mind me
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Babygirl promise that you’ll never leave my side I won’t find another like you it ain’t even worth a try Twenty years is what I waited now your in my arms I can throw out my genie lamp, get rid of my lucky charms Blind to these other women tunnel vision’s all I’ve got All of the standards that I had you just connect the dots I find it hard not to brag cuz you’re quite a catch Classy as they get and stayed above these dogs tryin’ to fetch But down to Earth and it hurts to think about you leavin’ Even if I know that you’re gonna be back in the evenin’ You make this average joe question if I’m superman Because of you I’m feelin’ things I didn’t think I can
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Step Away From Me Written By: G. Crawford
I lift this pen with only one reason cut my verses only one try Gettin’ aimed at like I was in season lotta punchlines tied to this guy Take those shots and watch if I live words don’t have affect on my game Grown ass men you’re actin’ like kids an unknown rap attackin’ my name Got my jam on the local news which I guess shook you down to the Earth Made your comments sang the blues but a voice on deaf ears can’t be heard Get your shine if mine is too blindin’ I ain’t gonna pout and get in your way Don’t fault me for mindin’ my grindin’ puttin’ in work while you choose to play
(Chorus x2) If you wouldn’t mind, step away from me I don’t need your negativity in my vicinity
I’ll stand right here and you can get walkin’ take that weak ass rhyme with you too I don’t even care if you keep on talkin’ you don’t have fans who will hear you? Reminds me of reality stars you think you’re real but we know your fake That microphone made you act hard well get it straight you’re soft as cake I’m servin’ you it came to this I’m fired up call me the Zippo And to that cat that clowned my image while looking like some hungry hippo Yes I wear the clothes in my closet no I don’t appreciate fashion That’s not hatin’ lets just be honest new wardrobe won’t alter my rappin’
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That hook is nice and real polite but that ain’t quite how I would say it Take the train, catch a flight, read the sign I just displayed it Pack your hate and ride a greyhound carry that half empty glass with ya Buy a dress while you’re downtown the way you act I think it might fit ya Gotta get back to my business not some punk that lives on Green Valley Negativity spreads like sickness starts down here and moves to south Cali Show my stripes as part of this genre guard my turf shieldin’ my ego Sweat em all out I operate saunas cut through the hype and show the Tim Tebow
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Do It Like A Hot Shot Written By: G. Crawford & S. Lowery
Phranchize of Da Klick Second place is just the first loser, I want the top spot I don’t need a truck and trailer to be a hot shot They seen the chain and had to ask me what I paid for it I tell em I’ve been on the grind like a skateboard Say Hush they use they struggles as a crutch for me Struggle is enough I got dreams I’m tryin’ to touch And I can’t reach em on the Xbox or PS3 Or at the crib watchin’ Lebron or CP3 A hundred dollars worth of thoughts will make a whole lotta sense And a whole lotta hustle will make the competition tense Stay quick on my toes on my p’s and q’s Made a’s in the streets but got d’s in school While the teacher was teachin’ I was writin’ them bars Daydreamin’ bout the new j’s, clothes and cars I don’t wanna be super rich I just wanna live comfortable Never fall off a Heathcliff but live like a Huckstable, Phranchize
(Chorus x2) Do it like a hot shot (hey) for the top spot Do it like a hot shot (hey) for the top spot Do it like a hot shot (hey) for the top spot Do it like a hot shot (hey) for the top spot
Big Hush I’ve got the top in my focus and everything else in a blur My life will steady throw pitches but I can pick up his curve Check accounts and the balance and act like they’re not a mess Cuz I know when I blow it’s gon put this bank under stress Do it like nothin’ but hot shot out the cannon and fly Get away from this block and tiny spot I reside Bright eyed and likin’ the status like I was on some social media Not a fan of waitin’ baby need it so immediate to do it like a hot shot
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Big Hush We’re nothin’ but some firepower put us on the rack Tag team of Big Hush and Phranchize on the track Thinkin’ back to that Iguana Lounge moves bein’ made The city at our back and now we’re tryin’ to go to state Lotta cats wanna tell me what to say like I’m a puppet That ain’t gonna work in private damn sure not in public Don’t like the way I rap it then don’t open up the gift You ain’t headin’ to the top then get off my genie lift You can see the destination if your head is leanin’ back I stick with it like a tack if the sky is blue or black Doesn’t matter bout the time all I care about is progress Fillin’ up my bucket I won’t settle for a drop less Committed so many weeks, months and years You can read my name on bumber stickers call me “no fear” My ear has gotta sound on that wax I put it down Roll my windows to the ground and hear it through my town
(Chorus) The World’s Gonna Turn Written By: G. Crawford
(Chorus) The world’s gonna turn if I’m on it or not Turn if I’m on it or not, turn if I’m on it or not The world’s gonna turn if I’m on it or not Turn if I’m on it or not, turn if I’m on it or not
Record – He’s got the plug and he can pull it when he’s good and ready I hope he waits until I need assistance with spaghetti I’m talkin’ old and gray and after I finish this work Leave somethin’ on the surface when I get put in the dirt Talk to my brother bout the meaning of a legacy It’s gonna be this music if I don’t have family Somethin’ to carry on gotta make a contribution Don’t know how long I have to plan so I’m executin’ My daily job is not the reason that my soul exists If I was gone then someone else could do it just like this My 9 to 5 is only here to fund my 5 to 9 I carry stress that’d put a fracture in a weaker spine Put on the faces and the front that they expect to see It ain’t your problem so I’d rather keep it here with me Knowin’ I left a mark that would kill all my concerns Regardless if I’m here or not this world is gonna turn
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Record – My money doesn’t lie yes I earn an honest dollar You heard that makes you square? Guess you better listen harder I know the way I live isn’t what’s considered cool Well I consider any criminal a damn fool I think we’re even steven drop the topic let it go You don’t like what I’m doin’? Find someone you like bro I’ve said that many times but it just ain’t getting’ through You’ve gotta single foot in shit and bout to make it two I’d rather leave behind my rap than a rap sheet I’d rather pull up ridin’ limo in the backseat Just get a taste of one experience of upper class Turn on my blinker and get in the lane that’s movin’ fast Take on the world and hit a thousand cities center stage Put out the message for someone to grab and take away Then tell their friends it came from Big Hush in Brazos Valley That’s all I wanna have happen before my grande finale
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Show Me A Girl That’s Finer (Than A Girl From The Southern States) Written By: G. Crawford & S. Contreras
Big Hush Tell me where you’ve seen the finest girls in the states and I’ll stop you when you open your mou-ou-outh Because if you say the east or the west or the north we’re gonna know you’ve never been to the sou-ou-outh I’ll break it down I hold a lotta bias anywhere that we walk we’ve got em standin’ right by us Cuz they’re so hard to miss with curves like a test road leavin’ me speechless and quiet as a rest home Head to toes front to back hand to hand they keep it smooth as a race track And so I’m screamin’ from Texas to f-l-a you gorgeous girls just make my day
(Chorus) Show me a girl that’s finer, than a girl from the southern states And I’ll point you to the nearest place to get some glasses on that face Show me a girl that’s finer, than a girl from the southern states And I’ll point you to the nearest place to get some glasses on that face man you must be blind
SHELLZ Man hold up I’ma swang a white wall Chevy truck them windows down cuz them miniskirts up And a/c on cuz they hot as fuck and I don’t mean to cuss but I just gotta tell ya Girls from down here dawg give you heart failure a sweet southern freak remedy’s what ails ya Hells yea, arm around the waist of a five star bitch from the lone star state Big booty roller skate right on by what you know about them figure 8 hip thighs Hey Boss in the fo’ do’ Polo on the logo girl we get it hoppin’ get it poppin’ like a pogo Oh no we done done it again the ladies crush on Hush and his Mexican friend Check out hill country curves you can’t match em haters talkin’ slick glow stick I crack em While I’m sayin’…
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SHELLZ I like a lady with some conversation who don’t play head games but’ll keep you waitin’ Like a freaky chick from Austin TX or a bad A&M girl from College Station
Big Hush I ain’t arguing with that matter fact I’ll give you dap college town hear the sound of some fine by the pack Man I like a cute girl that can handle quick wit with a mid–size frame and some nice wide hips
SHELLZ I need a chick that like bouncin’ on daytons and rollin’ up a sweet while the scrape plate scrapin’ A down chick a b-town chick who keep her eyes open for a sneaky crown vic
Big Hush Or a crawler Dodge Ram with a folded up console bombshell in a truck find a better combo Love it when they’re barely even sportin’ any make-up wearin’ a sundress that’s easy for me to take up
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That’s A Bet Written By: G. Crawford
Gotta fist full of money and it’s lookin’ for a home big face bills and they’ve all got clones Things goin’ right life’s lined up so tonight on the town’s where you might find us Call up G-Bird tell him that it’s poppin’ off hit a good time in the chest until it coughs (that’s a bet) On the table it’ll come back cash big dog for the day I ain’t carryin’ trash (that’s a bet) Take a lady down to restaurant row and after that it’s any man’s guess where we’ll go No limit (bet) Spend it (bet) Live it (bet) Large (bet) Run outta paper I’ll put it on a credit card (that’s a bet) I’m thinkin’ that the planets align cuz it’s a rare time when I get a moment so fine TV rappers and they’re puttin’ on a show but I’m real that ain’t daily operation here bro
(Chorus x2) That’s a bet, when everything is going my way That’s a bet, when I’m working on another payday That’s a bet, when I’m loving on a real good gal That’s a bet, when I’m winning every hand I put down
See me throwin’ inhibitions to the wind eventhough they boomerang I know they’ll be back in That’s for future Big Hush I’m starin’ at the present a gift from the past that I’m takin’ as a blessin’ Hittin’ every stride knockin’ it down aimin’ for a bullseye poppin’ it now I done stood up straight rolled the world off my shoulders checkin’ on my laces and not a kick holder (that’s a bet) Damn right I keep em all tight (that’s a bet) not wrong when it’s goin’ all right (that’s a bet) Stayin’ focused eventhough I’m outta sight (that’s a bet) take a slice never settle for a bite Somethin’ sweet’s goin’ on pop that lid and as I walk away I say stay cool kid I don’t fake it til I make it I enjoy it if it’s made so I’m holdin’ my breath til every payday
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Let a Nautica cover my top half Vince Vaughn chops and a fitted ball cap Graduated from a scout livin’ like a chief let em hang like a wreath underneath my center piece My brother Hobble offered up some advice if you’re livin’ on a high don’t do anything twice (that’s a bet) And he’s right so I’ll get it in bars only after cashin’ out I ain’t at the WinStar that’s a bet
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Keep It On The Hush Written By: G. Crawford
(Chorus x2) I got something else to say and I’m gonna speak it up I’ll leave it on the mic if you keep it on the hush Keep it on the hush, keep it on the hush Not on the down low but keep it on the hush
I spit these bars say my piece off the chain and lost the leash breach a door don’t use the keys I’m too deep like Donnie B. Can’t go back cue the mic no strings attached ain’t a kite Pay the bills I flip the lights and mix this up like cage fights Tall man thin frame and a deuce out that side pane Just wash no dry mayne let it drip and ride rain Listenin’ to that street sound inspiration just bleeds out Grab the phone that I keep around or grab a napkin and jot it down
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The booth is my best friend one man no “yes men” If you’ve got an ear to lend then give my song a couple spins Thank you every single fan show your love with one hand Soon as you said I jam you signed up for that Hush Plan No refund no cancel other rappers don’t hold a candle All they hold is pan handles I bring hits like Mickey Mantle B-i-g H-u-s-h spell it right when I graduate Rap game and I walk the stage singin’ along to Turn The Page
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Homemade Hits that is the name good or bad that’s what I claim Got a few that call me lame will be more that feel the same Hit the road in spit of that A-TX or Bottle Cap H-Town or Bryan flats all I ask is where it’s at Interviews and recognition glimpse into this bigger vision No time for intermission I buy equipment with my tuition Big river’s what I’m crossin’ every cent is what it’s costin’ Teeth are all that I’ll be flossin’ til I go from broke to bossin’
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The Unknown (bonus track) Written By: G. Crawford
Got you in vertigo don’t know which way is up or down or left or right A symptom of The Unknown I know cuz I’m your tour guide Big Hush that’s my name NyQuil hates me cuz I’m cold Choppin’ off these rap heads and stack em like a totem pole Makin’ all these megabytes made up of all my killa bytes Until I go and tear a bite parasite your hard drive Grindin’ like I’m Tony Hawk gotta make some money mayne Nothin’ in this world is easy specially with honest change Check this image I don’t care this is me I’m in your face Turn away if you don’t like it starve if it ain’t your taste Give a damn ain’t no time only flunkies hold back Tryin’ to get a whole stack by writin’ on this notepad Take it to the bank vault and live like I’ve been wantin’ to Silly rabbit you can’t stay Elmer Fudd is huntin’ you Hatin’ on me? Yeah you were. Losin’ now? Yeah you are Only payday that you’re gonna have is now a candy bar Maybe I’m just repetitious hell I must apologize You suckers multiply but I walk in and y’all divide Just take a ride with me I’ll make sure you get back home gotta warn you though…
(Chorus x2) You’re ridin’ in the mother f**kin’ unknown (Ridin’ in the, ridin’ in the, ridin’ in the, ridin’ in the, ridin’ in the) Ridin’ in the mother f**kin’ unknown (Ridin’ in the, ridin’ in the, ridin’ in the, ridin’ in the, ridin’ in the) Ridin’ in the mother f**kin’ unknown
I see these other dudes just actin’ like the game is their disposal Lovin’ when you listen to the pitches that they throw y’all Stuck inside a fantasy and rappin’ bout it like it’s real I don’t wanna hear about it I just want them off the field I done seen a lotta things and yeah I’ve been around the block Puttin’ off some vibes that could proly make your body rock Still I keep it on the low and wrapped inside a mystery Listen to my music if you really wanna get to me That’s where I preach pour it out stir it up and serve it hot If you wanna war we can take it to the storage lots Plot it on the map I’ve got next to all my travel spots take you to my favorite one….
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My mind is like a parachute only functions when it’s open Couple million sit and listen that’s the for that I’ve been hopin’ Copin’ with this downtime fully set to make moves Better watch that boob tube yeah I’ll be on there soon No I’m not a psychic I can call that one a hunch I’ve been ready for the work and I’m hungry so let me munch Twenty dollars in my pocket and some charm in my smile See how far that’s gonna get me make it for a little while But the talent overshadows it let me just get that much A hundred percent everytime I’ve got a beat to touch Do it clutch when it matters everyday is Super Bowl if you’re comin’ take a firm hold…
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