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them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice
Black and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin' or you can't
Get into this hangar
Access denied,

most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed

sir
If I keep getting over-looked by selection
(Hello?)
I need a beat from Statik Selektah (I do)
Yes, I just switched up the flow
But I didn't mess up

tears, but I been crying all day

My auntie Tyra need a kidney
I'm taking it hard but she still with me
I'm alone in Houston without Whitney
Fighting

And that nigga stay with some lead 
I keep some young hot niggas with me
And the choppa it sing like it's Whitney
I got niggas not far from the Houston

weekend mamy swój prywatny Woodstock
Mimo że nie będzie boom jak po Whitney Houston
Ze mną mój tłum lepiej stój i ustąp patrz
Trójmiasto ciągle ma się gites

laying low on Christmas
Straight magic Kazaam, bout' to blow kablam
Owe Whitney Houston, thank you for the music
Bobby Brown dope, folks say I sound dope

is I wish by Skee-Lo
If you say boom three times Imma yell way ooo
So come on ride the train if you know then you know
And if you feel a little lost

Whitney Houston; we can get it crackin'
I got the syllable clip in the K set on automatic
Aiming for your head - I won't fuckin' miss
Claim my spot in hell

I need somebody gonna tell me woah
I wanna stuck on your faced-off
Work on step for the enemies
This symphony
You're my Whitney Houston
You're my

just to see our hearts are beating in sync
Singing my love is your love by Whitney Houston
Who dat boy is a 9 and the wife is a 10
10 toes down when you

on rocks
Slid her my last fifty made the bartender tip me
Lady of the night she's with me
Her name is whitney
Houston we have a problem
Can she come with me

father 
I am a prophet
Walk this road 
So my kids can profit 
Weight in they pockets 
I'm headed for the stars 
Blasting off 
My team rocket
Houston we

father 
I am a prophet
Walk this road 
So my kids can profit 
Weight in they pockets 
I'm headed for the stars 
Blasting off 
My team rocket
Houston we

car, then ride by me 

Got guns that put a gap in your mouth like the bull Bobby...brown 

Trying to this chick Whitney in Houston 

But it's still

Bobby...brown 

Trying to fuck this chick Whitney in Houston 

But it's still alot of things that I just ain't used too

Summers


Niggas hit the deck when them

docs and restitution living the life booby brown Whitney Houston
Deeper then the average mafi humble a savage put my dick in the dirt sprout up spinach

real with me, want some meals with me
Glock big as Houston, this the real Whitney
Truth was loose fitted but it's still drippy
Living to the fullest but

Houston like Whitney
Pink what I'm sipping, my liver resent me
I drank too much, now I can't feel my kidney
Oh Lord, forgive me
I'm only longing for best in

Shout out my amigo, Pacino
He brung in the bricks by the kilos
I feel like Joran, dumped from the free throw
All about my green, feel like CeeLo
I'm

henny, pop a perc, it's a fusion
I like bunnies, ain't seen snow, my city like Houston
I don't do that Whitney, rather smoke a blunt like Cuban
Imma one

could just tell by the jewels
Blowing up just like Bin Laden
They don't even know what to do
No, I don't got me no conscience
I serve that dope to your

could really take you out of town with me
Go to Houston, hit the high notes, you can play Whitney
Or you can play with me, where you can stay with me
What

a new babe
I'm with ya new babe
Going dummy on em like the three stooges
Choppa singing like the bitch Whitney Houston
Dummy bitch hit my line she