We meet for coffee and a cigarette and talk about how feelings get when we hear certain songs that hit the spot and put us in a world that's not. Sing
Traduzione: Houston Calls. Up All Night.
(feat. E.S.G.) [talking] Hump, where you at baby It's that Boss Hogg huh We got something to show y'all though Chop em up [AP] Get up all the ballas
praaayyy) That's my block for sure And all the other blocks around this motherfucker ... Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago All y'all niggaz stay kicking up
music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different So all the shit that you think
bust, turn into a monster, eatin weak mc's up, smokin trees up, pinnin hoes knees up, feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up, findin Jesus prayin
Neptune blue head hurt splits Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!) I paste the game to zero all
I can't forget Chicago and Frisco Houston where the Geto Boys is thick yo Atlanta, GA where the players play now One more gen for my niggaz that locked down And all
it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies And rolling my weed right next to the police Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugs Up in your
put me on tha Food Channel (Channel) (Yeah) Roll with tha pimps oh nah I'm not a balla (balla) Sell up on those cities like a blue night crawler (ahhh) Call
the microphone, Kyleon's gon grabbing it Looking at the cabinet, hold up man I done fucked up Damn, I done fucked up [Slim Thug:] Boy done fucked up
' up We got a fo' po'd up, the dro rolled up It's a new Hogg in town, that got the flow sold up I got your hoe sewed up, cause the drop is holding The
time soon In fact we gon be out all night, just like the moon I'm a Y.S.P. nigga, fly as can be nigga In a old school Impala, cocked up on three nigga
Cam'Ron] Yo, all on the ballers shit Nore, but we could call a chick Head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest dick She gon' swallow all
Tims up Lace the kicks up, a new fitted A long chains make the chickens get real hot Stop playin' this the Big Apple, we take a bite out Conference calls
