Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song H-Town , by - Dizzee Rascal. Song from the album The Fifth, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirtee Stank
Song language: English
H-Town |
| Yo, you know I can’t forget about H-town |
| Down South family |
| Texas (woop) |
| Holdin' me down from young |
| Trust me, trust me, trust me, yo |
| Keepin' it trill |
| In the home of the brave |
| Chillin' wit' the OG |
| UGK |
| Rollin' up swishers, and I smoke till I faint |
| Draped up whilst hitting them switches in the car all covered in candy paint |
| I’m rollin' round H-Town |
| Where Texas mandem hold me down |
| I’m rollin' round H-Town where |
| Where Texas mandem hold me down |
| I’m tollin' round H-Town |
| Where Texas mandem hold me down |
| I said, rollin' round H-Town |
| I’m rollin' round H-Town |
| Texas mandem hold me down |
| Actin' an arse, yeah I fool around |
| You know it’s all mad when I’m in town |
| No I don’t drink that purple juice |
| DJ Screw got me feelin' loose |
| Might put a diamond in my tooth |
| I’ve got a lot of money, that’s my excuse |
| Sitting in the slab with Trill OG |
| Holding a smoke in a big old tree |
| Looking for a girl with a big old B |
| And she can swallow these nuts ASAP |
| I’ve got an attitude like Pimp C |
| These hoes ain’t getting no sympathy |
| And breddas better not talk shit to me |
| Cause that’s a good way to get an injury |
| Whole lot of goons and whole lot of guns |
| Now we’re in the strip club, throwing up a lot of ones |
| There’s a whole lot of titties and a whole lot of bums |
| Yeah the down south breddas, they’re a whole lot of fun |
| And I’m always on a hype when I come, there’s a whole lot of sure and I never |
| wanna leave, the party’s never done |
| We just take it to the parking lot, and then we laugh a lot, until they call |
| the cops, yo |
| Man, got a call from a boy from the boy from London |
| Young Diz, what it do my G? |
| Said he wanna come down to the states |
| You already know that’s cool with me |
| I’m in H-town posted up |
| Let’s get some drinks, toast it up |
| Hit up the scene and light up some green |
| And burn that purp till we roasted, what |
| Pick rudeboy up the Jag |
| Fresh as fuck and we got the swag |
| And we rollin' clean |
| And we acting bad |
| And these boys wanna hate, why you mad? |
| Gladiators stay on deck |
| You don’t want them boys catch your wreck |
| Cause they’ll bus your face |
| And they’ll break your neck |
| You better back up bitch and show respect |
| Before your ass get checked |
| When I pull up in the city in a back of a slab |
| I got a late night bitch saying come out the cab |
| I’ll have a whole trunk going off like jabs |
| Nigga everything paid, I ain’t got no tabs |
| Do this here for Texas, that’s my city |
| Diamonds all in my chain, they cost like 50 |
| Yeah, I’m up in the gutter where niggas play gritty |
| Ain’t nothing here pretty |
| We bad like Diddy |
| Everything screwed up where I’m from, slow it up |
| R.I.P. |
| Big Moe, everybody pouring up |
| When I throw the hood up, everybody shown up |
| If I make it out the gate, everybody blowing up |
| I’mma do this here for my nigga Dizzee Rascal |
| King of the streets, here to block my castle |
| I’ll tell the whole world, go ahead and respect it |
| I’ve got this bitch like it ain’t no hassle |