me lick you up Come on and let me lick you down Come on let me lick you around And then You will feel my fire let me lick Come on and let me lick you
delay I pull out the video cam, and show you the replay I screw you real slow, like a H-Town DJ We could jam Bun B, and that U to the G.K And a little
And I'm raisin' the roof when I'm startin' this fistfight Set it off, that's me, O T-H-U-G, original thug From the C-town, outlaw squad You niggas can
stewartess to back up off me we on ya'll Warned ya, but ya'll still couldn't wait for the all-time great William H. word up And if ya call and I'm
playa, cause he out here getting his cash, you plexing And we don't do it like that down here, in these H-Town streets This is Big H.A.W.K., S.U.C. five
I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back [
tart One good lick you get knocked out the pop charts That's why I grind from the ground up They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Chingo paid [
tuff niggas got sceems for comin up niggas got ways to make big bank hit these streets like an army tank i'm too s-h-o-r-t spitin more game than you'
no up to the T-I-M-E for me me spend C-A-S-H no gingle and penny an know gyal yuh na S-C-R-A-P-E so K-E-E-P H-I-M fOR me woy dem never know so me have
playa get your lick when its warm Pull up in front of your crib now Peep the shine on the chrome Step out into the breeze and knees up to the back And
Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know
sack Be retired from the game, yeah that's something I wish I stay undercover rolling strapped with four fifths Rolling Don Ke from H-Town to cali Straight up
h town just take off the yellow tape now ya sellin h towns watch the beat break down long way from break town on my way to A town long way from h town
and a bag of weed I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that
tart One good lick you get knocked out the pop charts That's why I grind from the ground up They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching bling
that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean [Gangsta Boo] What's up motherfucka what's up Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
moving mo weight then a whole herd of cattle I grip up the grain blowing up the panhandle mobile phone on scramble cause rap hustlin is a gamble Brick moving these H