| That’s right ok, Don Ke the H-Town legend
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| Big Pokey, triple see that’s what it is this how it do
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| It’s all hood (hood), it’s all love (love)
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| It’s all hood (hood), it’s all love (love)
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| It’s all hood (hood), it’s all love
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| My block to your block, you fucking with a real thug
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| Herschelwood repping my block, this shit gravy
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| A hundred deep floating them thangs, just like the Navy
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| Gangstas out here showing me love, I’m feeling good
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| Like a youngster out here selling them stones, I’m in the hood
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| I’m repping, 7−13 and still mean
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| Screwed Up Click still doing it big, and on the scene
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| Like a beast, from the South to the East it’s no stopping
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| The rag off, rolling the drop them hoes bopping
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| I’m clocking and getting this cash, I’m just a thug
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| Ain’t no playing, when I’m fitting that plug it’s all love
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| Don Ke the H-Town G, we spitting heat
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| Getting paid and I’m staying on feet, in these streets
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| Got a key note for the bread, bitch I’m a hauler
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| From the South all the way to the West, we get to mañana
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| Fo' do' I’m up in the Porsche, I’m bout to peel off
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| And I just copped me a cruiser, ripping the seal off
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| They say the West weed, that’s the best weed
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| They say this tool’ll wet a nigga, like he jet ski’d
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| It’s all good, my block Scott block
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| Play games, and get your motherfucking top dropped
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| We some hood niggaz, it’s jumping in here
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| It’s Yellowstone Herschelwood, got company here
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| I stay ready, like one in the chamber
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| Nigga stay in your lane, 'fore you run into danger
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| It’s Boss Hogg Corle', king of the drank game
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| Run it back from Cali, like a dog but for the coach mayn
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| Cardier aviators, navigating the Navigator
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| Eye touch remote, ass sitting on alligator
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| Blue gems cooling baby, laying on my chest
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| Yapping on that iPhone, bout to cash a check
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| Can’t believe I went legit, shoulda did it ten years ago
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| But story space is full of cases, threw me for a loop though
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| Part about it gorgeous, twenty five at a time
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| Ol' simple ass niggaz, ya’ll just make words rhyme
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| This shit I really live, shoulda warrant fed time
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| But the laws show me mercy, it’s my destiny to shine cause uh |