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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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Reporter: |
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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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Lil' Keke: |
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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" |
