[Chorus]MacGregor ParkGrooving on a SundayThe sweetest parkNigga, let's have a fun dayJust got a fresh fadeFrenchy's on my plateMacGregor on Sunday[Verse 1]Southside of the H, born and raised in the tréAnd I'll put three fingers in your motherfucking faceI do it for the city but a nigga ain't DrakeDon't think that the H just all about drankNow a days some may say that the boy is a saintBack in the day I was bad boy like MaseIn the park, after dark, drinking Mad DogMe and my niggas and some girls tryna have a ballI remember one time (one time)It was half past 9:00pm (past 9pm)Cop car pulled upEverybody ducked down in the truckCop said, "where's the blunt?"Didn't wanna give it upHad a vision of prison and didn't wanna budgeDidn't have a lot so I threw out the budOfficer, can you show a little love to a thug?(Don't move!)Then I seen the gun by his sideFire in his eyesI gotta ride out, slide outHead out to the hideoutHit 'em in the nutsHope the judge don't find out[Verse 2]Sunday, hit H-E-B on OSTStart cooking 'round 3:00pmHeard a horn, Lord, who could it be?Is that my nigga Bun B?Nah, it's a B tryna S my DWant me to take her to MacGregor, hit it on the leavesIn the fall, in the winter, in the summer and the springShe throw that P on a GJosé, get the ice and the models and the bottleIt don't matter 'bout the priceJust make it niceI got dice, who got cash?Play a stack if you 'bout thatSpend a little, make a lot backTake a catnapWake up, then I break a nigga for more racksI threw 9 down, 5 downHis watch is mine nowAnd a Louis purseHope his girl don't find out[Verse 3]Played a game of 21, had to hit 'em with a layupMade 'em jump when I Kriss Krossed like A.IThen I saw a couple laid upTold the lovebirds stay flyHey ya, if you shake it like a PolaroidThrow it on ya boyYep, bring it this way nowIt's a beautiful day in the tréI ball and parlay without the bald fade nowI got respect for the west and the nawfBut the southside of the cityNiggas sitting real pretty3rd Ward, from the gritty to the sadittySouth Park where anybody really can get itTelephone Road all the way to Mo CityYellastone yellabones got big tittiesIf you rep but you ain't got a rep reallyI'm not a Que Dog, y'all can't step with meOne day in the park niggas stepped to meCause they heard that a girl wanna get with meNow they say they homeboy wanna get with meI said, "really? Y'all don't wanna get silly."He hit me with a right, I hit 'em with a leftOut of breathHeart beating right up out my chestGet down, head downHit 'em with your best nowMy face a messBut they'll never wanna plex now
