(feat. Z-Ro) [Hook x2] You got a problem with my city, get the fuck out Ain't got nothing good to say bout Houston, get the fuck out We ain't trying to deal with no mo' haters, we already got enough Get the fuck out our city, before you end up in the dust [Z-Ro] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S We got Crips and Bloods and crooked cops, that'll open up your chest Think I'm lying, HPD'll pull over on a dark road Then snatch your ass out the back seat, and let they pistols unload Even though I'm out on bond, when I'm out in public I'm armed Plus I'm rolling with them lil' ignant niggaz, Boss and Jay'Ton And Lil B, out of R-I-D-G-E-M-O-N-T And y'all know I'm packing that artillery, that can crack the concrete Micro down South folks post, smoking on that good dro smoke Either in my Crentley or my Fleetwood, letting 83's poke Holding the wood grain sturning wheel, South Main the kill burning still Go under the six and left, and hop on six-ten I got a soda I'm put a six in And a cold ass doggy style, I'ma put a bitch in Some of y'all niggaz are busters, but garunteed we real on this end If you don't know, ya better ask somebody Give it up for Houston bitch, or we gon blast somebody [Hook x2] [Jay'Ton] Now you can see me in my city, sitting low on swangs With the trunk popped glock cocked, waiting for haters In my city we play no games, South Klique what I claim And if a nigga disrespect us, you'll get one in your brain So just sit back and chill, 'fore your ass get grilled By a guerilla nigga that's only 18, worth a mill Banging my music slowed down, wrecking shows out of town Niggaz talking that bullshit, and get you put underground [Lil B] H-Town is where I hang change lanes, and grip on grain Bo'guarding intersections in Texas, we po' up mayn You got a problem with my city, then address it 17 shots, from the glock'll be your blessing I'm sick of you haters talking down, cause we be wrecking Ain't nothing but hustlers down here, we feddy fetching so get to stepping I'm letting you know, it ain't no games being played Lil B the main reason, y'all roaches getting sprayed [Hook x2] [Trae] Houston we have a problem, where a asshole pissed the fuck off Born and raised out the city, where the street life'll get you fucked off And lately these niggaz getting beside theyself, like they can Until I greet 'em with the heat, to make 'em understand It ain't nothing weak around here, cause it go down around here Buck the H if you wanna, you'll never get found round here I promise you other niggaz, got the game out of line Houston Texas until I die, we ain't hard to find [Boss] See we be swanging through these neighborhoods, on these swangas we swanging on Can't see us in foreign bitches, Perelli we gliding on Maab afilliated, so me and my niggaz riding on Get the fuck out my city, cause hating'll get you flying home Sliding home, out of town plexing'll get you boxed up Niggaz get put in six foot Zip-locks, for trying to box us I'm from the H, I keep it E to the B H to the G, till you see me in these streets with my heat [Hook x2]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Z-Ro) [Hook x2] You got a problem with my city, get the fuck out Ain't got nothing good to say bout Houston, get the fuck out We ain't trying to deal with no mo' haters, we already got enough Get the fuck out our city, before you end up in the dust [Z-Ro] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S We got Crips and Bloods and crooked cops, that'll open up your chest Think I'm lying, HPD'll pull over on a dark road Then snatch your ass out the back seat, and let they pistols unload Even though I'm out on bond, when I'm out in public I'm armed Plus I'm rolling with them lil' ignant niggaz, Boss and Jay'Ton And Lil B, out of R-I-D-G-E-M-O-N-T And y'all know I'm packing that artillery, that can crack the concrete Micro down South folks post, smoking on that good dro smoke Either in my Crentley or my Fleetwood, letting 83's poke Holding the wood grain sturning wheel, South Main the kill burning still Go under the six and left, and hop on six-ten I got a soda I'm put a six in And a cold ass doggy style, I'ma put a bitch in Some of y'all niggaz are busters, but garunteed we real on this end If you don't know, ya better ask somebody Give it up for Houston bitch, or we gon blast somebody [Hook x2] [Jay'Ton] Now you can see me in my city, sitting low on swangs With the trunk popped glock cocked, waiting for haters In my city we play no games, South Klique what I claim And if a nigga disrespect us, you'll get one in your brain So just sit back and chill, 'fore your ass get grilled By a guerilla nigga that's only 18, worth a mill Banging my music slowed down, wrecking shows out of town Niggaz talking that bullshit, and get you put underground [Lil B] H-Town is where I hang change lanes, and grip on grain Bo'guarding intersections in Texas, we po' up mayn You got a problem with my city, then address it 17 shots, from the glock'll be your blessing I'm sick of you haters talking down, cause we be wrecking Ain't nothing but hustlers down here, we feddy fetching so get to stepping I'm letting you know, it ain't no games being played Lil B the main reason, y'all roaches getting sprayed [Hook x2] [Trae] Houston we have a problem, where a asshole pissed the fuck off Born and raised out the city, where the street life'll get you fucked off And lately these niggaz getting beside theyself, like they can Until I greet 'em with the heat, to make 'em understand It ain't nothing weak around here, cause it go down around here Buck the H if you wanna, you'll never get found round here I promise you other niggaz, got the game out of line Houston Texas until I die, we ain't hard to find [Boss] See we be swanging through these neighborhoods, on these swangas we swanging on Can't see us in foreign bitches, Perelli we gliding on Maab afilliated, so me and my niggaz riding on Get the fuck out my city, cause hating'll get you flying home Sliding home, out of town plexing'll get you boxed up Niggaz get put in six foot Zip-locks, for trying to box us I'm from the H, I keep it E to the B H to the G, till you see me in these streets with my heat [Hook x2]
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