hood bitch you will get blasted It's nothin but that h-town g-funk (Yeah this is for all them hustlers in Hillwood, South Park. Huh.) [Second Verse
step in my hood bitch you will get blasted It's nothin but that h-town g-funk (Yeah this is for all them hustlers in Hillwood, South Park. Huh.) [Second
fake dont fake the funk Buy my batch and bake it up Taste my dope and numb your mouth Dumpin lead in Houston, Texas Got you bitches jumpin fences Pure cocaine straight from the south
: Comin' Up Comin' Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound (x4) First Verse: Well let me jump in this funk, with
heart hurtin H-town city slicker, buy my German Sippin' on bourban, back woods a burnin' Back in the days I couldn't get one wordin Now I park valet wit
Coy. Whatcha say mom? "That's my boy" Now I'm rappin' & producin' No more H-Town, call it Screwston Just say no to hate But me, just stay.... [Baby Bash:} High Everyday Dopehouse G
, of them soldier G's Killing niggaz in day, or the night time When I'm running with a motherfucking 9 millimeter I'm Pharoah the six foot nine South Park
