| Downtoooown, — livin' in that H-Toooown!
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| You know I love how you love to love me, baby!
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| I riiide fooor myyy hoooome aand staaaate,
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| Where-we-be-ridin' voguuees aand — swaaaangs
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| And-cups-be overfloooowed with — draaaank.
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| No, — weee dooon’t caaare whaaat — peeoople saaaay;
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| My-city-been-through sooo much — paaiin
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| They-love-me-and-I suuure won’t — chaaaange! |
| — Won't Chaaaange…
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| Music slow but I’m such a speeder;
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| Tried to exit the feeder? |
| — Spotted me like a cheetah!
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| Looked in the car then he asked me if I’m a dealer,
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| Keep a tool and some screw so I told him: «I'm Bob Vila.»
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| Young Tela, — feelin' like Derek Jeter;
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| I’ll show your girl how I swing it as soon as I get to meet her.
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| Hate on me from the rear while they playin' follow the leader
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| All these caucasian diamonds, I must’ve caught jungle fever!
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| First they love it and then they hate it!
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| Welcome to Texas where flip-floppin' is overrated.
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| Musta not got the memo. |
| — Say the happy you made it,
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| But they really full of hot air like the skinnies I just inflated!
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| Hard to say R.I.P. |
| after timelessness get created;
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| You’d think that we’d live forever with' music, that’s never dated!
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| We gon' treat every day like it’s UGK’s birthday;
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| When Bun say he’s happy you made it, just tell him happy belated!
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| Yeah! |
| — It's just foolishness that you hear!
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| Some that’ll never get it will tell you that it’s their year.
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| Some will say that you’re finished the minute you disappear,
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| But if diamonds could tell the future my future looks crystal clear.
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| Can’t get too comfortable when you no longer livin' petty,
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| Ordered the chicken over the Alfredo with spaghetti.
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| She’s in the mirror for an hour, say she’s gettin' ready;
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| That’s 59 minutes, that I could’ve been gettin' fetti.
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| Uh! |
| — Let's get back in the mix!
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| You can dream about sleepin' while you out stackin' your chips.
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| Stuntin' on 'em with all this candy immaculateness,
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| They walkin' in houses that isn’t worth more than half of your wrist!
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| She said: «Yes! |
| «- But do you think that you can run long as you did with Paul?
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| Do photoshop make models think that they got a flaw?
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| Funny — how most be talkin' like they did it all;
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| And what’s ironic is I can’t see anythin' they did at ALL!
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| I riiide fooor myyy hoooome aand staaaate, (ride for my city, mayne!)
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| Where-we-be-ridin' voguuees aand — swaaaangs (I ride for my city, mayne!)
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| And-cups-be overfloooowed with — draaaank.
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| No, — weee dooon’t caaare whaaat — peeoople saaaay; |
| (I ride for my city, mayne!)
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| My-city-been-through sooo much — paaiin (I ride for my city, mayne!)
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| They-love-me-and-I suuure won’t — chaaaange! |
| (yeah, you know me) — Won’t
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| chaaaange… (I won’t chaaange!)
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| She said that you’ve been gone for too long, you know ya sooooo crazyyyy!
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| (craaaaaazyyy!)
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| You know I love how you love to love me, babyyyyy! |
| (yeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!)
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| Now I’m a drop the top, she gon' bop; |
| she’s sayin': «That's soooo amaaziiiing!
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| «(amaziiiiiing!)
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| I’m on them spokes, I just hope this ain’t your ladyyyy!
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| Yeeeeah! |
| — Now I’m a put it down, put it down for Texas and that H-Tooown (and
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| that H-Toooooooown!)
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| Say they so proud! |
| (say they so proooouuuud!)
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| Oooh, they love how I hooold ooon this graaiin, (oooh-whooooohhh!)
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| Crawlin'-super-slooow!
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| On these swangs with' the candy cooaats; |
| (oooh-whooooohhh!)
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| On my paint; |
| and the city knooow: (oooh-whooooohhh!)
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| I won’t chaaange! |
| Hold up, maaaaayne…
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| I riiide fooor myyy hoooome aand staaaate, (hoooooome and staaa-aaate!)
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| Where-we-be-ridin' voguuees aand — swaaaangs (voguuees aaand — swaaaa-aaaangs!)
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| And-cups-be overfloooowed with — draaaank. |
| (overflowed with
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| draaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaaank!)
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| No, — weee dooon’t caaare whaaat — peeoople saaaay;
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| My-city-been-through sooo much — paaiin (I won’t chaaaaaaaange!)
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| They-love-me-and-I suuure won’t — chaaaange! |
| — Won't chaaaange…
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| (I won’t chaaaaaaaaaaaange!)
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| There’s no rain. |
| — There are noooo cloudy daaays.
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| When you roooooollin' on swangs (yeeeeeeaaaah!)
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| They all know: — I won’t chaaange!
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| I won’t chaaaaaaaaange!
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| I ride for my city, mayne!
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| Yoouu knooow — I ride for my city aaaall daaaay…
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| I ride for my city, mayne!
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| Aaand yoouu knooow I won’t chaaaaange!
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| Hold up! |
| — They tried to knock us, but we never froze up! |
| (yeeeeah!)
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| You in the presence of playas who react like grown ups;
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| Hold up! |
| — If I woulda known they would try to own us,
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| I would went out and purchased stock in styrofoam cups! |
| — Hold uuuuuuup!
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| (hold uuuuuuup!) |