Lil Keke - Lil Keke And H.A.W.K. - Slums (Feat. Big Pokey And Big Don)歌词
下载《Lil Keke And H.A.W.K. - Slums (Feat. Big Pokey And Big Don)文本歌词》Slim Thug Feat. Chamillioniare, Paul Wall, Mike Jones, UGK, Lil Keke, Z-Ro, Trae,
Rob G, Lil O, Big Pokey, Mike D & Yung Redd - Welcome 2 Houston
Maximal R - The Freshest & Hottest R/ Hip-Hop Music!
Slim Thug:
Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me and Sunnywood wedlock
Acres home my home, I'm a Northside veteran
Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine
That ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off
Chamillionaire:
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carats and you looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us
Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk be bladed up
Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't phasin' us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl
TV VCR I'm layed back with'cha momma
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh
Top off the drop body missin as osama
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off (Mike Jones: MIKE JONES!)
Mike Jones:
I'm still representing H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it
They said they never see ya boy, out here getting his grind on
Phantom, Bentley take ya pick I gettin' my shine on
I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll
H-Town, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank
Bun B:
Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed
The city where them boys flip the candy painted loads
The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed and
Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10-I-10-59-45 and the Belt
This Clutch City where we play what we dealt
Welcome my H-Town
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off
Paul Wall:
Hustle town's my home it's where I do my dirt
Where the gangsta's smoke water, with drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin' chop blades just to break boys off
From South Park to the Southwest all the way to that nawf
I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too
From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall what it do
Yung Redd:
Ha
Nomtombout?
Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
I'm blowin' down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town or on the sunny side
I could walk these street if I was blind, nahmtalkinbout?
Yung Redd, take ya out the future
Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk, I salute
Mayne!
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off
Lil Keke:
H-O to the U.S., T.O. to the N
God blessed me with the million dollar Pen
See them queit money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at him hiding
Don Ke heart of the south, slab riding
Z-Ro:
H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S.
We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
From the city where our stadiums drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush
If you want it we got it cause that's not a product we don't push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sip lean
So homie you must be touching it, if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off
Mike D:
Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking
Coming down the slab like the fo's crip walking
Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah
North and the south together we ball
Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang
Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne
It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, nigga that Mike D
The drank man daddy, you know where to find me
Big Pokey:
State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid
Six backin out the drive away, dropping the wig
Y'all know we do it big, like a Freightliner Rig
Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid
Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro
Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off (Rob G: Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)
Rob G:
Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G
It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up
Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes and move birdies
I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey
Riding around, southwest side of my town
Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likn' Me Now
It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief, black on black 'Lac,
Paper together we stay deep it's all
Trae:
Cheyah!
King Of The Streets and I'm roam around Houston ridin' 4's
Boys better chill for this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)
Im in the slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose
Suicide make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk)
They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the block(dows up)
I'm so hood it be the true definition of me
Ain't no way ya speak about the H, without mentioning me
The Truth, nigga!
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Rob G, Lil O, Big Pokey, Mike D & Yung Redd - Welcome 2 Houston
Maximal R - The Freshest & Hottest R/ Hip-Hop Music!
Slim Thug:
Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me and Sunnywood wedlock
Acres home my home, I'm a Northside veteran
Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine
That ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off
Chamillionaire:
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carats and you looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us
Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk be bladed up
Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't phasin' us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl
TV VCR I'm layed back with'cha momma
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh
Top off the drop body missin as osama
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off (Mike Jones: MIKE JONES!)
Mike Jones:
I'm still representing H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it
They said they never see ya boy, out here getting his grind on
Phantom, Bentley take ya pick I gettin' my shine on
I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll
H-Town, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank
Bun B:
Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed
The city where them boys flip the candy painted loads
The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed and
Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10-I-10-59-45 and the Belt
This Clutch City where we play what we dealt
Welcome my H-Town
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off
Paul Wall:
Hustle town's my home it's where I do my dirt
Where the gangsta's smoke water, with drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin' chop blades just to break boys off
From South Park to the Southwest all the way to that nawf
I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too
From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall what it do
Yung Redd:
Ha
Nomtombout?
Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
I'm blowin' down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town or on the sunny side
I could walk these street if I was blind, nahmtalkinbout?
Yung Redd, take ya out the future
Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk, I salute
Mayne!
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off
Lil Keke:
H-O to the U.S., T.O. to the N
God blessed me with the million dollar Pen
See them queit money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at him hiding
Don Ke heart of the south, slab riding
Z-Ro:
H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S.
We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
From the city where our stadiums drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush
If you want it we got it cause that's not a product we don't push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sip lean
So homie you must be touching it, if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off
Mike D:
Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking
Coming down the slab like the fo's crip walking
Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah
North and the south together we ball
Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang
Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne
It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, nigga that Mike D
The drank man daddy, you know where to find me
Big Pokey:
State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid
Six backin out the drive away, dropping the wig
Y'all know we do it big, like a Freightliner Rig
Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid
Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro
Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off (Rob G: Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)
Rob G:
Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G
It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up
Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes and move birdies
I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey
Riding around, southwest side of my town
Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likn' Me Now
It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief, black on black 'Lac,
Paper together we stay deep it's all
Trae:
Cheyah!
King Of The Streets and I'm roam around Houston ridin' 4's
Boys better chill for this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)
Im in the slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose
Suicide make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk)
They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the block(dows up)
I'm so hood it be the true definition of me
Ain't no way ya speak about the H, without mentioning me
The Truth, nigga!
Hook: Chamillionaire
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin' boys off
Lil Keke And H.A.W.K. - Slums (Feat. Big Pokey And Big Don)LRC歌词
下载《Lil Keke And H.A.W.K. - Slums (Feat. Big Pokey And Big Don)LRC歌词》[ti:Welcome 2 Houston] [ar:Slim Thug] [al:Boss of All Bosses] [00:00.02]Slim Thug Feat. Chamillioniare, Paul Wall, Mike Jones, UGK, Lil Keke, Z-Ro, Trae, [00:04.72]Rob G, Lil O, Big Pokey, Mike D & Yung Redd - Welcome 2 Houston [00:09.52] [00:17.52]Maximal R - The Freshest & Hottest R/ Hip-Hop Music! [00:21.86] [00:22.30]Slim Thug: [00:22.86]Slim Thugga, Muthafucka! [00:23.75] [00:24.27]Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs [00:26.82]Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne [00:30.11]Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks [00:33.33]Married to the hood me and Sunnywood wedlock [00:36.28]Acres home my home, I'm a Northside veteran [00:39.14]Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine [00:42.44]That ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss [00:45.45]It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off [00:48.01] [00:48.56]Chamillionaire: [00:49.06]Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carats and you looking like some caterers [00:51.36]And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us [00:54.70]Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk be bladed up [00:57.46]Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't phasin' us [01:00.80]In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl [01:03.54]TV VCR I'm layed back with'cha momma [01:06.63]You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh [01:09.73]Top off the drop body missin as osama [01:12.67] [01:13.10]Hook: Chamillionaire [01:13.55]Still, still breakin' boys off [01:14.18]Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss [01:17.94]Still breakin' boys off [01:19.72]Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk [01:23.95]Still breakin' boys off [01:25.71]Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south [01:29.91]Still breakin' boys off, boys off [01:32.45]Sill breakin' boys off [01:33.88]And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss [01:35.34]Still breakin' boys off (Mike Jones: MIKE JONES!) [01:36.74] [01:37.22]Mike Jones: [01:37.66]I'm still representing H-Town the city of the candy [01:40.18]They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it [01:43.21]They said they never see ya boy, out here getting his grind on [01:46.22]Phantom, Bentley take ya pick I gettin' my shine on [01:49.30]I sold two million records now my paper on swoll [01:52.18]Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll [01:55.13]H-Town, home of the candy paint [01:58.41]Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank [02:01.37] [02:01.74]Bun B: [02:02.18]Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed [02:04.22]The city where them boys flip the candy painted loads [02:07.32]The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed and [02:10.58]Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold [02:13.54]Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) and drip that paint (drip that paint) [02:16.77]And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up) [02:19.68]6-10-I-10-59-45 and the Belt [02:22.43]This Clutch City where we play what we dealt [02:25.49]Welcome my H-Town [02:26.16] [02:26.61]Hook: Chamillionaire [02:27.08]Still, still breakin' boys off [02:27.63]Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss [02:30.67]Still breakin' boys off [02:32.27]Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk [02:36.89]Still breakin' boys off [02:38.63]Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south [02:43.02]Still breakin' boys off, boys off [02:45.68]Sill breakin' boys off [02:46.82]And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss [02:49.04]Still breakin' boys off [02:50.33] [02:50.68]Paul Wall: [02:51.08]Hustle town's my home it's where I do my dirt [02:52.67]Where the gangsta's smoke water, with drank stains on the shirt [02:55.87]We ride swangin' chop blades just to break boys off [02:58.62]From South Park to the Southwest all the way to that nawf [03:01.76]I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too [03:04.65]From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview [03:07.58]We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu [03:10.99]Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall what it do [03:13.55] [03:13.89]Yung Redd: [03:14.28]Ha [03:14.68]Nomtombout? [03:15.22]Purple so muddy I can barely even drive [03:17.07]I'm blowin' down trees like a Category 5 [03:20.31]Southside of H-Town or on the sunny side [03:23.09]I could walk these street if I was blind, nahmtalkinbout? [03:26.97]Yung Redd, take ya out the future [03:29.49]Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler [03:32.28]Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you [03:35.41]To my homie Big Hawk, I salute [03:37.80]Mayne! [03:38.51] [03:38.90]Hook: Chamillionaire [03:39.32]Still, still breakin' boys off [03:39.98]Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss [03:43.66]Still breakin' boys off [03:45.22]Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk [03:49.78]Still breakin' boys off [03:51.18]Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south [03:55.74]Still breakin' boys off, boys off [03:58.32]Sill breakin' boys off [03:59.54]And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss [04:01.86]Still breakin' boys off [04:03.25] [04:03.61]Lil Keke: [04:04.10]H-O to the U.S., T.O. to the N [04:05.82]God blessed me with the million dollar Pen [04:09.06]See them queit money gangstas with they hand in the air [04:11.73]That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there [04:14.74]This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down [04:17.88]It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound [04:20.93]Pull up in the monster just look at him hiding [04:24.06]Don Ke heart of the south, slab riding [04:26.96] [04:27.30]Z-Ro: [04:27.72]H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S. [04:30.25]We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath [04:33.47]From the city where our stadiums drop the top [04:35.90]Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got [04:39.23]The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush [04:42.23]If you want it we got it cause that's not a product we don't push [04:45.40]We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sip lean [04:48.38]So homie you must be touching it, if you don't feel me (you don't feel me) [04:51.00] [04:51.52]Hook: Chamillionaire [04:51.95]Still, still breakin' boys off [04:52.86]Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss [04:56.54]Still breakin' boys off [04:58.18]Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk [05:02.85]Still breakin' boys off [05:04.70]Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south [05:08.92]Still breakin' boys off, boys off [05:11.14]Sill breakin' boys off [05:12.57]And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss [05:15.21]Still breakin' boys off [05:16.13] [05:16.57]Mike D: [05:17.16]Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking [05:18.91]Coming down the slab like the fo's crip walking [05:21.85]Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah [05:25.08]North and the south together we ball [05:27.74]Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang [05:30.86]Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne [05:33.68]It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, nigga that Mike D [05:36.98]The drank man daddy, you know where to find me [05:39.87] [05:40.30]Big Pokey: [05:40.81]State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid [05:42.99]Six backin out the drive away, dropping the wig [05:46.01]Y'all know we do it big, like a Freightliner Rig [05:49.08]Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid [05:52.37]Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do' [05:55.11]Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro [05:57.94]Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro [06:01.47]Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video [06:04.23] [06:04.64]Hook: Chamillionaire [06:05.11]Still, still breakin' boys off [06:05.96]Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss [06:09.52]Still breakin' boys off [06:11.39]Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk [06:15.45]Still breakin' boys off [06:17.21]Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south [06:21.45]Still breakin' boys off, boys off [06:23.89]Sill breakin' boys off [06:25.35]And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss [06:27.08]Still breakin' boys off (Rob G: Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!) [06:28.73] [06:29.13]Rob G: [06:29.59]Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G [06:31.96]It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up [06:35.00]Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes and move birdies [06:38.27]I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey [06:41.05]Riding around, southwest side of my town [06:43.87]Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likn' Me Now [06:46.68]It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief, black on black 'Lac, [06:50.23]Paper together we stay deep it's all [06:52.64] [06:53.03]Trae: [06:53.43]Cheyah! [06:53.90]King Of The Streets and I'm roam around Houston ridin' 4's [06:56.22]Boys better chill for this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out) [06:59.17]Im in the slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose [07:02.21]Suicide make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk) [07:05.31]They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked) [07:08.56]I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the block(dows up) [07:11.38]I'm so hood it be the true definition of me [07:14.34]Ain't no way ya speak about the H, without mentioning me [07:16.92]The Truth, nigga! [07:17.81] [07:18.37]Hook: Chamillionaire [07:18.82]Still, still breakin' boys off [07:19.43]Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss [07:22.19]Still breakin' boys off [07:24.32]Hmm, getting money's