| Chyeah!
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| Major pain baby, you know what I’m talkin bout?
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| Slim Thugga
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| Chamillitary maine
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| Boss hogg gone low
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| Trae tha Truth
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| Huh
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| Hold up
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| Chyeah
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| Still representin this Texas
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| Nawfside
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| To the fullest R.I.P Pimp C we miss you my nigga
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| S-S-Southside
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| Mmm-hmm, come on, yeah haa ha ha
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| We hear em talking dine
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| But we still
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| On the grind
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| Crawlin' slow
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| Tippin' dine
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| But we do it for H-Town
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| We back up on the rise
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| Feeling good
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| Feeling fine
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| Poppin' trunk
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| Tippin' dine
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| But we do it for H-Town
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| Tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Tell tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for H-Town
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| Tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Tell tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for H-Town
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| Even after the Ozone Awards is over
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| We still feeling like ain’t nobody colder
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| Still throwing twenty inch swangs on the Rover
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| Candy like they dated twenty fifth of October
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| I told ya’ll to chill with the instigatin'
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| You say you from the H and its instant hatin'
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| We started the trend you imitatin'
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| These swangas and Vogues these isn’t Daytons
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| Seen us doing it in Harlem Knights
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| Say we do it big then you boys is right
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| Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
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| And that’s just what ya boy spent on the dice
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| Instigatin' you instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yeah ya’ll asee
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| Hate won’t ever live as long as me
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| End of the bullet where the karma be
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| Why you wanna try to come talk to me
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| Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
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| Journalists need to get up off my D
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| Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
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| The rap game looking so childish lately
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| Told me the industry is bound to break me
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| Can’t let the fakeness dominate me
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| Step up in the streets say it’s time to pay me
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| Ain’t never been a friend of the industry
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| I ain’t never been a friend of the gimmicky
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| I ain’t never been good with the chemistry
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| But let me tell ya’ll clowns what its finna be
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| Texas ain’t as hot as it was so they say we ain’t as worth as much
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| Ringtone rappers, actors, dancers, trappers, they just outworking us
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| 50 Cent working way harder baby
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| And Lil Wayne was working harder too
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| All of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
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| If you from Texas and a Screw head, then when I wrote this Verse I swear I
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| thought of you
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| Another clique should’ve came behind us we already showed what working hard
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| would do
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| Paid the price to live the major life but when we hear the hate we tell boys to
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| chill
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| Bun B the main Texas rapper holding Texas up right now for real
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| Pimp passed we should’ve learned from that we ought to all be helping Bun rep
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| the trill
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| Rep the swangs
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| Rep the paint
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| Rep the bang
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| Rep the grill
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| Seen Pat in a red Lincoln seen Slim Thug in a photo drop
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| So I had to chop off the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop
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| Been riding clean
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| Since Rodney King
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| Martin Luther’s Dream and chrome monoblocks
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| All of us been repping Texas baby one thing I know is that it sho' don’t stop
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| We hear em talking dine
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| But we still
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| On the grind
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| Crawlin' slow
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| Tippin' dine
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| But we do it for H-Town
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| We back up on the rise
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| Feeling good
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| Feeling fine
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| Poppin' trunk
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| Tippin' dine
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| But we do it for H-Town
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| Tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Tell tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for H-Town
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| Tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Tell tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for H-Town
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| H-Town nawfside
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| That’s where the boss ride
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| Haters get ya mouth wide
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| Ya insides outside
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| Talking down on my side
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| Naw we don’t play that
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| Where you say that will be the same place you lay at
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| We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
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| We been candy paint on them '4s since they made that
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| Hop up in my fly ride, watch the top lay back
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| Rather flip a drop 'Lac before I flip a Maybach
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| Wonder why I say that
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| I’m so hood
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| And it ain’t shit better than this leather and the wood
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| Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote
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| And I’m tucked in that buck while I float like a boat |
| Looking clean like soap
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| Diamond rope on my throat
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| And I’m feeling presidential please vote for the hope
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| If we vote for ya hope
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| Please answer one note
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| Let us get in mo' dough
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| Everybody going broke
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| We hear em talking dine
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| But we still
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| On the grind
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| Crawlin' slow
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| Tippin' dine
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| But we do it for H-Town
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| We back up on the rise
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| Feeling good
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| Feeling fine
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| Poppin' trunk
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| Tippin' dine
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| But we do it for H-Town
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| Tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Tell tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for H-Town
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| Tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Tell tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for
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| 'Cause we do it for H-Town
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| King of the streets, four days no sleep
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| Paint wet as hell with reptiles on the seats
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| Trunk got an attitude yelling out when it speak
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| Pissed off the top it been lost for a week
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| Slab looking like Shaq by the way it post up
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| Guaranteed to hit haters no less than close up
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| Niggas mad 'cause the south done rose up
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| Like Yao Ming big swangs on trucks
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| Find me in the hood on a couple of blocks
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| With a couple AKs and a couple of Glocks
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| No work in the trunk for a couple of stops
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| Duffle bag when I pay away a couple of cops
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| I dedicate this to Hawk and Pimp C
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| Moe and Fat Pat, Screw and Lil E
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| I rep them the same way I rep TDC
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| If it wasn’t for them then what would I be
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| With diamonds I’mma stay shining bright
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| H-Town all day and all night
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| I chose the pace to come take the throne
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| 'Cause some of these niggas ain’t living right
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| We slowed up shit and we changed the game
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| Copped the old school and we changed the frame
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| And wave the trunk that reads 'I Am the H'
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| Anything the same, you better change ya name
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| We hear em talking dine
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| But we still
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| On the grind
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| Crawlin' slow
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| Tippin' dine
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| But we do it for H-Town
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| We back up on the rise
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| Feeling good
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| Feeling fine
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| Poppin' trunk
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| Tippin' dine
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| But we do it for H-Town
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| Tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Tell tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Cause we do it for
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| Cause we do it for
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| Cause we do it for H-Town
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| Tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Tell tell them boys it’s time to lay it dine
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| Cause we do it for
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| Cause we do it for
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| Cause we do it for H-Town |