HOUSTON TRIBUTE MEDLEY (NPR MUSIC'S TINY DESK CONCERT)
Tobe Nwigwe
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
What's good My name is Tobechukwu "Tobe" Nwigwe I'm an Igbo boy from the southwest side of Houston And I came to put on for the SWAT In Houston, Texas We roll on choppers I said southside, we roll on choppers Southside, we roll on choppers Southside, we roll on choppers Or hold it down (hold it down) Hold it down (hold it down) We gon' hold it down The south gon' hold it down Hold it down (hold it down) Hold it down (hold it down) We gon' hold it down Southwest gon' hold it down Look, off the bat I attack, word to Bruce Wayne I spit crack and I stay strapped, don't need the shoestring But don't confuse things, the good shepherd gave me a new frame Of mind so you could see that I'm different, that's word to 2 Chainz, ouu But I'm still the same ol' G I stay low-key with more sauce than aioli I play goalie when blessings start to rain on me And catch a lot the chips and guacamole, ouu That's monetary blessings for you slow people My flow a monastery for them extra poor people That don't get commentary and get honored rarely For the guava jelly they produce even though they get thrown fecal Matter on a platter made by they oppressor I shatter all the chatter that seem to make us lesser Than anybody that put on they drawers the same way I do Name could be Motley the way I get it rockin' with my crew But it ain't, my name Tobechukwu Which means 'praise God,' but just like Face Mob, I knew too well Just how good it felt to be a gangster Roll with more Gs than bankers but somehow found sanctums All up and through the streets of Alief Grew up a beast but, in my pants, kept a crease Now I slay beasts, 'member when I would slay freaks Back when Sherwin worked at Popeye's and would sneak an eight piece box Of chicken straight through the drive-thru Back when we was young, dumb and broke in high school And we would dodge guns and swung on those in piru And would ride, live and die by one concise rule That's 'less it's a one on one, no spectatin' Or you'll get hit and be tryin' to breathe with your chest vacant That's the hood definition of breathtaking No Wes Craven, I seen horror films on the west daily, ouu But you play the cards you dealt when you don't get to pick it Fat ain't the thickest but she solicit Jahweh the quickest Most people get explicit when tryin' to visit The mountain top to sacrifice all with that and the thicket, ugh I'm speaking solely of atonement And most would get it if they weren't livin' just for the moment The air we breathe is rented, repent if you think you own it That's hard to comprehend when you busy bendin' them corners Loners is what they say you must become to separate yourself That's a misnomer, relationships are the greatest wealth The problem is you in relationships with hate itself Is the sole establishment so much so you wouldn't date yourself Ouch, that's a pinch that might cause an abrasion But don't fret, we all miss some steps F'n with Satan He got to pissin' on my leg and told me it's rainin' But that urination led to the actualization Of me crackin' the safe in my life 'til I passed the frustration Of one of my partnas clappin' his gal then blastin' hisself and Realizing that the world is flawed Though it's all Gucci, it's the same dookie in different stalls Elohim introduced to me to Lucy so we could waltz Then wipe me down like Boosie and use me to make withdrawals On folk that got integrity and light Then pass it back to those that lack the necessities of life The recipe for equity ain't in celebrity hype And your destiny low-key tied to the death of the device That has your spirit mangled, I peep your frustrations Stop giving CPR to their situations Some people don't go far 'cause they too impatient I went from rappin' in the car to rappin' with Sway and Tracy G, I audaciously Murdered every beat that they gathered on the plate for me So they plainly see how the spirit embraces me Way before I get to see all the Gs like freemasonry Ouu, taste and see the goodness Of the drinking gourd, my Lord, reward the horde That follows the torch you stored inside my pen My flow be leadin' towards shores that might convince them That healin' might just could happen for the nappy heads But the feet can't stop at the beach, then dig much past the edge And let your toes hit that water, renew your aura But keep a pistol to slaughter any demons that come at your neck Yeah I said keep a pistol to slaughter any demons that come at your neck Southside, we roll on choppers (Big Moe would be so proud) Southside, we roll on choppers (DJ Screw would be proud) Southside, we roll on choppers (my grandpa would be proud) Southside, we roll on choppers Now that's how you do for June 27th
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Written by: James Burt, Lanell Grant, Nicholas Humes, Tobe Nwigwe
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"HOUSTON TRIBUTE MEDLEY (NPR MUSIC'S TINY DESK CONCERT) Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 3 Jun 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/2268048/Tobe+Nwigwe/HOUSTON+TRIBUTE+MEDLEY+%28NPR+MUSIC%27S+TINY+DESK+CONCERT%29>.
Discuss the HOUSTON TRIBUTE MEDLEY (NPR MUSIC'S TINY DESK CONCERT) Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In