H-Town (feat. C-Moe & JayBJohnson)

This shit got me out of my mind, one of a kind, all up inside of my grinder

I'm on my grind, riding from West Rd all the way to Westheimer

I got to shine, my chick a dime, put that on God she a rider

Pour a few lines, roll up the pine, I'm bout to go up inside her

We live, yea yea, live and direct

Flowers of hybrids and Indica's I got the livest you ain't got to dial your connect

High as a jet, slide from the H to the M with the package it's time to collect

Thousands of dollars in diamonds compiled on my neck in the 'jects

I was chasing a check

And don't you forget

Yea

You know we swinging

Slow loud and banging

We sipping drank

In that H-Town hold up

Say that's how we rolling

We steady holding

Players get chosen

In that H-Town hold up

Yea

Sipping drank wit it, got to know we care less what you think of it

We rock out like the middle of Main with it

Kept it solid ain't never gone change with it

In the south you know we riding swingers here

It was different when Kutta had hit me

Told me bro I need you I'm like

Look I'm on the way 610 about to hit the feeder

Look

If you text I wouldn't even check it

Less it's bout some bread then I get the message

Then again you know how we getting extras

It was never nothing bout it not special

You ain't got to charge we ain't got to card it

Learned from the pimps and playas yea they taught us

How to keep it moving got to keep your guard up

Everybody rocking in Houston

You know its the home of the Oilers and all of the ballers and

You know we swinging

Slow loud and banging

We sipping drank

In that H-Town hold up

Say that's how we rolling

We steady holding

Players get chosen

In that H-Town hold up

In that H-Town

So what it dew

Yeah

We steady holding

That money keep folding

That's how it goes in

In that H-Town ooh

C-Moe, Hugh Stone, Jay B oooh, that **** Blaze