Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song H-Town Kinda Day , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 19.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
H-Town Kinda Day |
| You know we riding slab, with that candy paint |
| Dripping off the frame, down 2−88 |
| Sipping purple Sprite, mack a broad tonight |
| This is how we play each and every day, it’s a H-Town kinda day |
| We don’t ride 3's, only 4's |
| With alligator seats, same thang on my toes |
| If she ain’t a dime, she ain’t one of my hoes |
| Since they go up in the sky, I call em heavenly do’s |
| If the interior peeling, you ain’t riding with Ro |
| Wood flo’s sliding do’s, I know you wanna roll |
| Screwed Up Click until it’s over, I put that on my soul |
| Black candy paint and swangas, cause your nigga so cold |
| It’s the high life, I don’t need no dro |
| Spending money chasing a high, niggas can’t keep no dough |
| Rather spend it on some swangas, and a fresh set of 4's |
| Twenty sets of those, ain’t even what I see at my shows |
| Back in the day, me and Thugger had beef together |
| Now we Bentley back to back, we share the streets together |
| Gon' be alligator, under my ass cheeks forever |
| Candy wet as a sherm head, it’s gon' leak forever |
| You know we riding slab, with that candy paint |
| Dripping off the frame, down 2−88 |
| Sipping purple Sprite, mack a broad tonight |
| This is how we play each and every day, it’s a H-Town kinda day |
| Thug boss, show up and show out |
| It’s Sunday in the city, time to pull the load out |
| I hit up my Hoggs, time to pull out them dogs |
| Swerving side to side, ain’t worried bout them laws |
| Smoking on that Cali topless, broads bopping |
| Chunking deuces up, but I ain’t stopping |
| Paint dripping, no mo' purp sipping |
| Boys getting knocked up for drank, y’all tripping |
| No cases, I’m with the bad bitch with the braces |
| Bout to head back, to one of my places |
| Give a thug love, then I might hit up the club |
| No VIP, I’m at the bar posted up |
| Pocket full of money, laughing at them dummies |
| Too drunk to notice, that I’m leaving with they honies |
| Thug’s life, yeah that’s how the Boss play |
| Different chick different day, down here we say |
| You know we riding slab, with that candy paint |
| Dripping off the frame, down 2−88 |
| Sipping purple Sprite, mack a broad tonight |
| This is how we play each and every day, it’s a H-Town kinda day |
| Mayonnaise and mustard, that’s how I roll |
| I bet you never seen a black Bentley, on 4's |
| Yeah the 300 got suicide, and Lamborghini do’s |
| Like the wipers watermelon, that my pimping get chose |
| Six by nine’s, like Kirk Franklin wire |
| You say I don’t look clean in this thang, you a liar |
| Huh, wood grain what I’m holding on |
| And y’all already know, what I’m rolling on |
| Swangas, swangas, swangas |
| These are the gorilla pokers, these ain’t bars |
| If you ain’t got em on your ride, it’s just another car |
| When we riiide |
| North East West and Southsiiiide |
| Couldn’t be a buster, if I tried |
| H-Town niggas, so liiiive |
| You know we riding slab, with that candy paint |
| Dripping off the frame, down 2−88 |
| Sipping purple Sprite, mack a broad tonight |
| This is how we play each and every day, it’s a H-Town kinda day |
| Dripping off the frame… |
| This is how we play… |
| It’s a H-Town kinda day |