Lyrics:
and my dues paid, fresh pair of cool greys
And I keep pounds on me, like I'm in the UK
I'm on point like Jeremy Lin, and I'm repping that H-Town
Soon
the P, yeah you smokin’ by the dime
If you’re a hater you can come step in line
I got a lot of those, I ain’t really worried though
I could take your
climbin'
Michael Phelps to the game in divin'
Better luck next year keep tryin'
Above the freeway I'm flyin'
From the H back to the four-o-nine'in
Girl
lies
Like without him your nothin'
Baby, don't believe a word
He's gonna get what he deserves
But in the meantime just hop in my ride
I'll show you
man you only confident when profits in
Common sense
Im constantly cognizant of the opposite
Back turned
My brother got my 6
Plug got my 7
Baby dont wait
By any means
Sincerely
Suavé
Let's get it
I been out here tryna chase a chicken tryna make a difference
And I will never be fake to get it
MJ
I hate this town, it's so washed up
cnd all my friends don't give a fuck
They'll tell me that it's just bad luck
When will I find where I fit in
hot girl
What motherfuckin' more can I say?
That's it, man (that's it)
That's it, that's it (ah)
The raps did the talkin' for you (H-Town)
Thank
to pound town
Take a sip with her bitch get this shit going
Kuatro Ka$h be the captain I'm 'liq pouring
Get the gang on the gram for the fit showing
Got that
ohh
My light works still weighs one ton
Woah
I will never fold like Wonton
No
You a vegan, beef? You don't want none
Oh yeah
Them H-town slums where I
like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town
I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year
GQ style ma', let me put a bug in
deserts in my city
They say a change gon' come
But only by committee
The witty unpredictable, every time this play
Give Rae his residuals, nine individuals
goin' on folks brought you a brawl
It all started in ya home
Check the background
St louis clown from the U Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
eatin Ramen Noodles
Surviving off of lunchables Food stamps
But now we down in Houston
On a mission to get it H-TOWN
A lil Bummy ass nigga
Wasn't
I had in common with my former self
I couldn't think of where to go from here
So quarter me and spread the pieces
To the corners of our town
Bury
to the hood if you want to reach us
I'll lay you down in the earth right underneath us
Same town just the poor parts
'Cause the beggers will disappear when
dressed in black
These two men had differences in the way things should run
Now everything would be settled by the duel in the sun
The town folk filled in
with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest
[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
tears from your little sister
Crying 'cause she don't have a dress without a patch in
For the party to go
Aw, but you know she'll get by 'cause she's
a ugly picture, gangsta A-R-T
In a SRT with a H-O-E
In a AUG (three letter), CMG
Day's been cold, just like my wrist
(Hello, this is a pre-paid
on a beach in L.A. fuckin' fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses
Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad
by the scrilla,
Neither of you can see the pain in my eyes, fuck a disguise,
I wear it on my shoulder like a bass,
Causin' casualties like M-A-S-H
cafe
And they sat all night drinking coffee
And talking, and they found they had a lot in common
And later on they went back to his place and sat till
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
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