Brick moving these H dudes gonna keep you grooving pursuing Shit, hell on my surella ice water lyrical good fella SPM got the hook up, say watch out I hit the highway
stand snitches, wanna kill all of y'all Even though some bustas fall I'm still rollin' like a ball And having things my way, hittin' that highway Sellin
groove I'm gonna push it down and I'm on the move Life stands still, for a minute I chill My mind is up on a onetrack highway ill- Communication
2 side on a speed bump I say,"gotta come n get me." with a 350 Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy Straight to the highway, straight to
The week is done gonna treat it like a holiday Grab the fellas hit it fast on the highway Song is bumpin' in the car get the dance on Lookin' for a dance
"Forty H two O, I got a few ends, Can we do some kind of business mate?" It depends on how much you wanna spend And how much profit I'm gon' make What
soon became contagious an emcee with bad habits I am I see a mic and I grab it so scary ain't it I'm comin raw wit H no corrections, savin all perfections
[intro] What, what What, what, what (h-world) What, what, what (all out) What, what, what, what, what (take it back to the streets, mutha fucka) What,
6 deep is how us G's ride Candy paint, gold Daytons hittin' switches from side to side Well it's Friday, I'm sideways about the highway Bitches doing
Voice: what the fuck? Mack: I'm tired of playin' with yo' ass nigga today you gone die. Voice: aaaagh agh [mack] I went from inglewood to h-town tryin
Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends All through their high school days Both members of the 4H club Both active in the FFA After graduation Mary
[Voice:] What the fuck? [Mack:] I'm tired of playin' with yo' ass nigga today you gone die. [Voice:] Aaaagh agh [Mack] I went from Inglewood to H-Town
Where the open range Meets the endless sky On a broad highway The Big trucks fly Purple neon sign Is flashing off and on Theres a vacancy Your
, der Stoff rennt durch die Schläuche Und die Schleuder wird zum Ungetüm Der Vergaser fleht um Gnade Und die Highway, die fängt an zu glüh
, but acts like something's Different from the eyebrows up Seems like only yesterday Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e I love you both and yuletide is pure H-e-double
stinky funky boo boo Kickin' with more rounds, hi pops all sounds Get with the drift, what I'm sayin' slayin' Bringin' MC's to the program Not like H
'all ain't scaring me I'm the seventeen don till they bury me [Verse 1] Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay I'm so fly I'm the Birdman
[Hook - 4x] I done linked up, with Presidential [Lyrical 187] In H-Town where I come from, there's syrup in the cup Grill in the mouth, big wheels on