(feat. Will-Lean, D-Gotti)



Yeah that's right, Houston Texas..



[Hook]

Nextel phones, and twinkie inches of chrome

Million dollar homes, and players'll still moan

Got the game mapped out, and Rolexes and platinum necklace

Benz and Lexus, represent Houston Texas do you love it



[D-Gotti]

The game done changed, it's stangs we bring

Five S. Cardige ring, connected with gangs

Real range on death defying leapords, niggaz ain't soft

Rougher than raw, shop on the Internet fuck the mall

9-9 L-Dog, top released for sixty G's

Wreck streets, D-Gotti the owner for what you see

It's what it be, it's under the bomb concedes me

Man tone large land, and pool and concrete

Running, from Federal agents with surveillance taping

Five star rate, seven figga mail we making

For granted we taking, but when we smash it's over

Niggaz pulling out new Vipers, and stretch Range Rovers

Syruped out or sober, I'm intellectually thoed

Pimp pens on futon, off in my Gucci robe

And all praises to my Pa with his high, cause ballers designed

To hop off in my shoes, cause I'm thoed and on fire on my



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[Will-Lean]

On roam, connected with cell phones

Million dollar homes, parvay with marble stones

Caddy Fleet wood bromes, platinum Rolex with ice

Foreigns off the lot, without checking the price

To be precise boppers want when they hear, the Jag horn

Creased up in Ralph Lauren, or dobbed out in Phat Farm

Princess cut Clover charm, got my rocks on glare

So extroadinare, it make you stop and stare

Don't dare to compare, your knots to big shots

That cruise on big yachts, protected like Ft. Knox

V-12 dubbed out, 20 inches I pulled out

Chopping and knocking, these niggaz up off the block

On dots tops dropped, hogging flossing on chrome

Low-Pro's Perellis on my celly, dogging the zone

Holding my own playa, on top the Astro-dome

Frequencies get cloned, while I'm getting my mail on on my



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[H.A.W.K.]

Of course, I'm in convertible Porshe

Race horse golf course, front page of the Source

Text for intercourse, with the beautiful ladies

600 Mercedes, everything's all gravy

Do you feel me baby, Benz 2 triple 0

Steering wheel mo-mo, on twinkie Lorenzos

Screens glow, as they fall from the ceiling

Say oooh what I'm feeling, when you're playing with millions

Hoes stalk me, from Texas to Milwaukee

My minutes'll cost me, so hit me via walkie-talkie

Alast it's iceless, cause my jewelry's so priceless

One look and you're hooked, and I'll leave you sightless

Accumulate dividends, with my ball-point pen

Vocabulary extraordinary, sometimes hard to comprehend

Lenden is what I wear, devinare soft my fair

I'm known everywhere, as a seven figga playa on my



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