| H-Town, in effect for Texas
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| Southside, for the H-Town
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| Northside, for the H-Town
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| Eastside, for the H-Town
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| Westside, for the H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know it’s goin' down
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| All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
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| All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
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| Blaze up the indo, light the chocolate tye
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| Sittin' on South Race screens, ballin' out the sky
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| Hoes diss that ass cause they wanna buy me Ralph Lauren
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| Cause big 'o 19's look lovely on the foreign
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| I ain’t borrowing, the baddest, the V-12 is the baddest
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| A rhymin' afterattics gave me superstar status
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| Longers get my list, haters got me pissed
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| I used to sell rocks, now they all on my wrist
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| Feel this before yourself, step and get in this
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| The playa, the pimp, young thug and a menace
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| Pretendness is endless, and crank up confusion
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| Yo sweet cal is used in knockin' out Houston
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| It’s goin' down, and you know it’s goin' down
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| All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
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| All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know it’s goin' down
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| Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and they can’t really see
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| Screwed-Up Click for life, this is Lil' to Keke
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| Two, is ballin' in the mix
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| And hit me on the beep if you need thirtysix
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| Quickly, we’re the grands of high rexis
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| I’ll make you mighty reckless to run up on the Lexus
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| It’s still this game from a Southern gangbanger
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| No anger to a stranger, but it’s one up in the chamber
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| Of the blared straight glock cause haters come in flocks
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| It don’t face born and raised on the 8100 block of Herschelwood
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| And the point is understood
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| We keep it all good in this crack-controlled hood
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| It ain’t too late to set it straight, real players don’t hate
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| Push weight and keep fate and the money that I make I’ma break
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| 500 mean gold, tapes sold, story told, from the North to South Pole
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| 21 years old, wanna bone, won’t drown
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| Just another pimp comin' out that H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know it’s goin' down
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| All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
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| All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know it’s goin' down
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| Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and they can’t really see
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| Southside representin' and this is Lil' to Keke
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| First three, who it be, L-i-l K-e
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| That’s me, I’m a g, from the southside of the T
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| You and me, baby, let’s get a room for the hour
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| Get high as a tower, bust a nut and hit the showers
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| You gone with the wind, after while it’s on again
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| This time bring a friend, a couple corners we gone bend
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| Let’s pretend that this sin, ain’t even been committed
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| Once I split it then I hit it, you in love, go’on admit it
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| It’s goin' down, yeah I’m talking to you
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| H-Town, smoked out jammin' Screw
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| Tell your crew it’s '97, it ain’t no refusin'
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| We got 'em to the bottom now they all lovin' Houston
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| It’s goin' down, and you know it’s goin' down
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| All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
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| All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and you know it’s goin' down
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| Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
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| It’s goin' down, and they can’t really see
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| Herschelwood my hood, this is Lil' to Keke
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| «Keke yours sure have been the Cinderella story
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| you’ve been shooting to the top of the bullet, but
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| how do you feel about the East Coast West Coast situation?»
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| «You know, I’ma keep my comments about that, but
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| due to representation, it’s Something About The Southside» |