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