H Town

Youre in the game to get famous, im in the game to get rich,
You aint shit, they get you pissed, cause a real nigger, he all,
Ive got hot bitches in my phone, the last name is their city,
Got a bad bitch, her name britney, two shots to make the bitch tipsy,
Three shots to make the bitch lick me, brought a whole bottle, bet she come with me.
Ive got sour d in my eyes, ive got machiavelli my ipod,
Now her daddy black and all he missing, she got ass, you know they tricking.
They see me rehearsing and all they distant, but run around with timbaland, this big pimpin.
You should have been a cop, fuck, youre hot. one thing youve got, cause your shit pop,
cause im shawn chrys, you know the name, i roll, you know the game.

Im a boy in leading, im okay, not a wife beater.
Be sure my mother dont cry me, quiet down, im a light sleeper,
Nigger, you will to, the nigger undefeater.
cause the life that were living is the one that we chose,
My case of the pillow was covered in hair,
Was blonde, shes black, i know shes not dumb,
So she lays down face down, youre screwed up, paced up.
These roofy niggers trying to follow the goofy,
At a max addiction in ballahoopy.
When it come the day, sip this shit,
These mobs now do not include me.
My cardo is largo, you do smile, im large, hoe,
Good job if you ride em, dog, she hit on some nice panties,
She said ass the right zone, she in my line the other day.
I got her high like fly is gone, freaky is my manifesting,
Digged it down and none the less, man, that ass was such a blessing.
She went to church and start confessing how i hit that ass, ill own a granny