Lyrics:
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
They say the boy's ridin' clean
But without the King
What does it really mean
Cup full of lean, got
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
know I smoke that la la la la
Get fry, 360 fizzi it help me get by
It got that bomb
Wish your vice got every kind
You'd be blind like a rock star
Leang
platoon unity
Straight man shakespeare
Poetics reunion no fear
Heartaches tears 360 outta no where we appear
Prolific right there
Back on that ass like
got the wrong address
And the whole dern thing has been condemned by 'Merican Express
Still the management is cheerful though the whole joint's gone
your address
Hell's home to your mattress
Pick your latest habits
Sex, drugs, kinky addicts
Check out of your sadness
Welcome to the madness, has-been
1, 2, 3, 4 good morning students
It's Addi di teacher
Welcome to di maths class
Ready fi di long division?
Yuh wah pass, wine fast
Your vagina plus
chains in my address
I walk in the jeweler another
One like im khaled
Holding 40 cals doing 360's and 745's
Don't grab the wheel if you
Don't got
from my exes
They got hit by a semi
Check my bank account, next an
We're all good 'cause it's plenty
11 o'clock, I'm out the door to a money move
Don't
Imma be right by the mula and henny
What you want, what you need we got plenty
Sell the pack, get the address and ship it
UPS never check what I’m
nigga heading to the top
Step by step we climbing the ladder
Don't take L if it does not matter
We roll low key with a big big stepper
We always up till
no sign of life anywhere
The steps come unloose and
The paint peeling off
And nobody seems to care
The welcome is worn off the welcome mat
But
grid
Cognitive cosmic translation
Distortion thru 360 separation
On the side that pain is
You
Just inhalation or stuck under the pavement
That's
Welcome to the jungle
Let's get ready to rumble
We out here waving fingers just like Dikembe Mutombo
And if you see us you done for
Me and Remy
of the show money printer
I'm sick and tired of these little shitters
Address me by name prefixed with mister
Mr. Protagonist did you fuck your sister
I kissed
digress
But I think maybe I should address
Your intentions to make me shine, shine, shine
My stars, they'll align, line
A sign I'd admit I'd probably fly
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
they heavy metal shooting
Our land is too polluted by bloodline dilution
I know it seems confusing, but this is the word of God
Ethnic cleansing
Bundled at 360 degrees, my cycles are warm
Waxing and waning, my focus obtaining and smoothly complaining
About the ride home, it feels like I never was
address and they know where you sleep
A craft that's pushed by passion and mental strength
3rd eye glowing as I dwell in the realm as my true self awakes
On some run flat
By the way I
Never seen a better view, not in Malibu
Bunch of bad bitches naked in the swimming pool
Hear the waves crashing, playing
love to pretend
Running and gunning and making no sense
Having no footing and taking a stance
Do it by any means morale on the low
Keeping the tact
He should meditate up on being up to blocked
By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst
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