Lyrics:
Hold tight, as long as you're by my side
Hold tight, everything's gonna be alright
I know we'll find our way
Push to the limit with no end in sight
I
on hold
Oh, ooh
Oh, ooh, ooh
H-Town, slow it down
Po' it up, hold it down
H-Town, slow it down
Po' it up, hold it down
H-Town
Why would you do that?
Why
back like a center
Twenty-four carat piece to hide that I'm a born sinner
Seen some dudes turn to bitches just like Caitlyn Jenner
Eating food off my
the H, that made mark like Wahlberg's sex pay
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H-Town, hold it down, nigga, this is
them mothafuckas want me
Know I gotta hold it down
Know I gotta run my town
Know tomorrows never promised
Know I gotta get it now
Know I got a job
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care,
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
never been the proudest kid,
The current town I'm in holds you down a bit,
I look back and I'm kinda proud they did,
I knew one day I was bound to flip,
of what she'd done, rumors of what she'd do
Kept folks off the track of Hattie's shack
In the back of the Black Bayou
One day brought the rain
That's me, H-I-G-H-T-Y-D-E
That's right, hold the phone
Never gon' stop 'cause I'm on the go
So slow down, pace it back
Never seen one so amazing at
This
of the blind (Ayah ashar Ayah)
We must gain a new state of mind
Don't be afraid to divide
Separate from those who hold you down (Ayah ashar Ayah)
The ones who
t-shirt.
It's eight, I said eight, yo.
Na, I don't think so. It's seven.
Whatever, dude.
It's the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a
So listen
good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
I'm a H-Town n***,
the day I die
H-Town, Atlanta, you love it the most
D-Town, New Orleans represent third coast
(Chorus - 2x)
[Lil' Keke]
Don't knock the hustle man it's
back and when you do, just know that
When I touch down see me on that H-1
West bound and dipping across town
Free the real, let the devil have the fake
mother I see, hah
What? we in the let's get it, ah
Cooler spitter on your, hold up, here we go
Checking, checking
Cooler spitter on your stereo
I don't
H-town
Me and cuzzo ridin' round making moves in Baytown
Texas is my playground
Homie gettin' withdrawals, man I don't ever like to see my homie breakdown
They don't shit 'bout the town that I'm from
I triple my shit by the time you go lunch
You don't know shit 'bout the grind
You couldn't define ima crunch
ground
He fled the town
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder
One morning he awoke in
something about us
I'm O Fresh – let me say salaam
I go James Hard-en, every time I’m on
Bar for bar, they might call me Haram
I rep' H-Town with Slim Thug,
girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
To the beat y'all and it don't stop
It
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care,
up
Under the sun, Hold up wait a minute maybe smoking on trees
At ease
Eating watermelon no seeds
Back to the town now we on maybe sipping on some
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