100 Degrees in Houston

A hundred degrees in Houston im where all the fat asses at

A hundred degrees in Houston im in all black countin racks

A hundred degrees in Houston chasin paper runnin laps

A hundred degrees in Houston broad day still you get you

Uhhhuhhh what’s that he said

Uhhhuhhh what’s that he said

Come over, put on, show out yeah

Come over, put on, show out yeah

Where the cold bitches lookin for the hot boys

I ain’t got no chill took 3 years to get em knocked boy

On the west in a ((-Bentley I’m doin what you not

Smokin 16 zips out a half drop

Ridin through Miami with a bitch with no top

Came in with one hoe had 2 out the lot

Four pockets full, five bands in my socks

My partna cookin in the kitchen it ain’t food in the pot

Shittin on the has beens, I been a have not

Rock paper scissors, I got rocks in my watch

The paper so thick it make the rubber band pop

Just me and 2 bitches cut the two man out

**** playin with us, turn em off I push his button

Bad bitch, real eater never full, call her glutton

Still the same **** that turn nothin to something

No genie made a wish now we up all of a sudden

Watch me pump it up I’m the real Joe Budden

If we turn the club up that mean im leavin with somethin

We won’t walk in you ain’t payin us nothin

We won’t walk in if I can’t bring my buddy

We won’t walk in if the party ain’t jumpin

See a opp outside now we goin duck hunting

A hundred degrees in Houston im where all the fat asses at

A hundred degrees in Houston im in all black countin racks

A hundred degrees in Houston chasin paper runnin laps

A hundred degrees in Houston broad day still you get you

Uhhhuhhh what’s that he said

Uhhhuhhh what’s that he said

Come over, put on, show out yeah

Come over, put on, show out yeah

You pull that tool out you know it’s kill or be killed

We was really outside wasn’t no balls in the field

I’m a Southwest Houston playa I rap the truth no drill

My chains swinging in her face its been 2 hours no pill

They thought I changed up but I still be with the villains

She love my dragon balls that pussy bald like krillin

Her nails digging in my back so I know I’m in it

We come at the same time so you know we finished

A hundred degrees in Houston and I’m somewhere sinning

A hundred degrees in Houston and I’m somewhere sinning