Correction Lyrics H-Town by Sauce Walka

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Propain

Yeah, yeah
Sh*t really the lifestyle, y'know what I'm saying?
H-Town sh*t, know what I'm talm' bout?
That's how the time goes by
Boofin, no lie
Man, these hoe n***as, get 'em high
Got a n***a goin' crazy, yeah, crazy

Propain

It's H-Town, ho'
A new slab was only thing ever known to grind for
N***as droppin' 4s up in they cup, and move the time slow
Swinging lane to lane look like you driving with a blindfold
Choppin foreign tops, and all these hoes'll have your mind blown
For all these diamonds in they mouth, these thousand dollar combos
Boosters got 'em dressing like they walkin' in design shows
Rulе number 1, when you shining, keep the ninе close
But please don't get it twisted, nah, this sh*t ain't all good
F**king jackers, all them fiends is barking off the dog food
Young bosses wylin', n***as drawing like it's art school
Red n***as rise up, call that sh*t a carpool
These crooked a** laws is sending shots like we apostles
See, most our homies came to lookin down on us from God's view
Sh*t, I done shed tears and I don't like how all I show is [?]
One day you here, the next you X man like cartoons
Z-Ro, Sauce Walka

I know it gets better
Gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up
We hustling for this cheddar
Trying to get our bread up
(Oh yea, oh yea)
Tryna get our bread up
(Oh yea)

Sauce Walka
Close your eyes and visualize candles customized
84's pokin' right up out body of a homicide
He was tryna' visit his brother's heights, he from the other side
Thought that he'd be safe from all his opps so over there, he'd hide
Real unfortunate in [?] town, where every street we slide
2-2 phone calls and lil' buddy was dead right outside
N***as drinking themselves straight to the feds, won't put them cups down
With a firearm, and a pint, and a felon, and a super long ride
But how the f**k you supposed to sell dope without your pistol?
On 28th you know them rovers sliding with the missiles
They want all your rocks and crystals, and big booty lil' sisters
Home of the playas, yeah, they play the game a lil' slicker
N***as talk a lil' slicker, [?], know what I'm talm' bout?
Pimping with a super soaker, I'll still punch you in your f**king mouth
Bad b*t*hes on the couch, it's a fine hoe in every house
Way before [?], all my hoes a**es was swollen out
I'm from H-Town, same place Beyonce came down
I'm from H-Town, I made Jay-Z drop bucks on facetime
Everybody gotta play now, is it cause of me?
I just want to see my city all rich and free
Z-Ro

I know it gets better
Gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up
We hustling for this cheddar
Trying to get our bread up
Tryna get our bread up

Z-Ro

Listen, I'm from Houston where we rather jam out-of-town n***a sh*t instead
And we don't congratulate, we hate on the n***as getting bread
Good help goes unnoticed, we talk about who to sic instead
And what you think is a bad b*t*h might be a n***a, don't get mislead
Styrofoam inside a styrofoam, that's what we known for
We supposed to be on our way but we so f**ked up, we just don't go
Lil n***as 'bout 15 years old, they swear they grown though
Like f**k playing PlayStation, we got a pocket full of stones, hoe (A pocket full of stones)
I got some partners still stuck in 1994
I smell that sh*t on your clothes, I thought y'all wasn't smoking fry no more
Brother that used to be suicidal don't wanna die no more
Cause PPP Longs got him at the airport about to fry yo' hoe
To Texas, yeah that's that H-Town to be exact
Where she don't want a relationship either, she want her freedom back
Drank man still got drank, you just need to know where to meet him at
Still riding slabs, Martin Luther King Boulevard is where you see 'em at
Z-Ro

I know it gets better
Gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up
We hustling for this cheddar
Trying to get our bread up
Tryna get our bread up

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