S.L.A.B., Z-Ro - The H lyrics
[S.L.A.B., Z-Ro - The H lyrics]
You got a problem with my city
Get the fuck out
Ain't got nothing good to say bout Houston
Get the fuck out
We ain't trying to deal with no mo' haters
We already got enough
Get the fuck out our city
Before you end up in the dust
H-o-u-s t-o-n, t-e-x-a-s
We got Crips and Bloods and crooked cops
That'll open up your chest think I'm lying
HPD'll pull over on a dark road
Then snatch your ass out the back seat
And let they pistols unload
Even though I'm out on bond
When I'm out in public I'm armed
Plus I'm rolling with them
Lil' ignant niggas, boss and Jay'Ton
And Lil B, out of R-ID-G-E-M-O-N T
And y'all know I'm packing that artillery
That can crack the concrete
Micro down South folks post
Smoking on that good dro smoke
Either in my Crentley or my Fleetwood
Letting 83's poke
Holding the wood grain sturning wheel
South Main the kill burning still
Go under the six and left
And hop on six-ten I got a
Soda I'm put a six in
And a cold ass doggy style
I'ma put a bitch in
Some of y'all niggas are busters
But garunteed we real on this end
If you don't know, ya better ask somebody
Give it up for Houston bitch
Or we gon blast somebody
Now you can see me in my city
Sitting low on swangs
With the trunk popped Glock cocked
Waiting for haters
In my city we play no games
South Klique what I claim
And if a nigga disrespect us
You'll get one in your brain
So just sit back and chill
'fore your ass get grilled
By a guerilla nigga that's only 18
Worth a mill banging my music slowed down
Wrecking shows out of town
Niggas talking that bullshit
And get you put underground
H Town is where I hang change lanes
And grip on grain
Bo'guarding intersections in Texas
We po' up mayn
You got a problem with my city
Then address it
17 shots, from the Glock'll be your blessing
I'm sick of you haters talking down
Cause we be wrecking
Ain't nothing but hustlers down here
We feddy fetching so get to stepping
I'm letting you know
It ain't no games being played
Lil B the main reason
Y'all roaches getting sprayed
Houston we have a problem
Where a asshole pissed the fuck off
Born and raised out the city
Where the street life'll get you fucked off
And lately these niggas
Getting beside theyself, like they can
Until I greet 'em with the heat
To make 'em understand
It ain't nothing weak around here
Cause it go down around here
Buck the H if you wanna
You'll never get found round here
I promise you other niggas
Got the game out of line
Houston Texas until I die
We ain't hard to find
See we be swanging
Through these neighborhoods
On these swangas we swanging on
Can't see us in foreign bitches
Perelli we gliding on maab afilliated
So me and my niggas riding on
Get the fuck out my city
Cause hating'll get you flying home
Sliding home
Out of town plexing'll get you boxed up
Niggas get put in six foot Zip-locks
For trying to box us
I'm from the H, I keep it E to the B
H to the G
Till you see me in these streets with my heat
Get the fuck out
Ain't got nothing good to say bout Houston
Get the fuck out
We ain't trying to deal with no mo' haters
We already got enough
Get the fuck out our city
Before you end up in the dust
H-o-u-s t-o-n, t-e-x-a-s
We got Crips and Bloods and crooked cops
That'll open up your chest think I'm lying
HPD'll pull over on a dark road
Then snatch your ass out the back seat
And let they pistols unload
Even though I'm out on bond
When I'm out in public I'm armed
Plus I'm rolling with them
Lil' ignant niggas, boss and Jay'Ton
And Lil B, out of R-ID-G-E-M-O-N T
And y'all know I'm packing that artillery
That can crack the concrete
Micro down South folks post
Smoking on that good dro smoke
Either in my Crentley or my Fleetwood
Letting 83's poke
Holding the wood grain sturning wheel
South Main the kill burning still
Go under the six and left
And hop on six-ten I got a
Soda I'm put a six in
And a cold ass doggy style
I'ma put a bitch in
Some of y'all niggas are busters
But garunteed we real on this end
If you don't know, ya better ask somebody
Give it up for Houston bitch
Or we gon blast somebody
Now you can see me in my city
Sitting low on swangs
With the trunk popped Glock cocked
Waiting for haters
In my city we play no games
South Klique what I claim
And if a nigga disrespect us
You'll get one in your brain
So just sit back and chill
'fore your ass get grilled
By a guerilla nigga that's only 18
Worth a mill banging my music slowed down
Wrecking shows out of town
Niggas talking that bullshit
And get you put underground
H Town is where I hang change lanes
And grip on grain
Bo'guarding intersections in Texas
We po' up mayn
You got a problem with my city
Then address it
17 shots, from the Glock'll be your blessing
I'm sick of you haters talking down
Cause we be wrecking
Ain't nothing but hustlers down here
We feddy fetching so get to stepping
I'm letting you know
It ain't no games being played
Lil B the main reason
Y'all roaches getting sprayed
Houston we have a problem
Where a asshole pissed the fuck off
Born and raised out the city
Where the street life'll get you fucked off
And lately these niggas
Getting beside theyself, like they can
Until I greet 'em with the heat
To make 'em understand
It ain't nothing weak around here
Cause it go down around here
Buck the H if you wanna
You'll never get found round here
I promise you other niggas
Got the game out of line
Houston Texas until I die
We ain't hard to find
See we be swanging
Through these neighborhoods
On these swangas we swanging on
Can't see us in foreign bitches
Perelli we gliding on maab afilliated
So me and my niggas riding on
Get the fuck out my city
Cause hating'll get you flying home
Sliding home
Out of town plexing'll get you boxed up
Niggas get put in six foot Zip-locks
For trying to box us
I'm from the H, I keep it E to the B
H to the G
Till you see me in these streets with my heat