Dizzee Rascal - H-Town (Single) Lyrics
feat. Bun B & Trae[Intro: Dizzee Rascal]Yo, you know I can't forget about H-townDown South familyTexas (woop)Holdin' me down from youngTrust me, trust me, trust me, yo[Hook: Dizzee Rascal]Keepin' it trillIn the home of the braveChillin' wit' the OGUGKRollin' up swishers, and I smoke till I faintDraped up whilst hitting them switches in the car all covered in candy paintI'm rollin' round H-TownWhere Texas mandem hold me downI'm rollin' round H-Town whereWhere Texas mandem hold me downI'm tollin' round H-TownWhere Texas mandem hold me downI said, rollin' round H-Town[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]I'm rollin' round H-TownTexas mandem hold me downActin' an arse, yeah I fool aroundYou know it's all mad when I'm in townNo I don't drink that purple juiceDJ Screw got me feelin' looseMight put a diamond in my toothI've got a lot of money, that's my excuseSitting in the slab with Trill OGHolding a smoke in a big old treeLooking for a girl with a big old BAnd she can swallow these nuts ASAPI've got an attitude like Pimp CThese hoes ain't getting no sympathyAnd breddas better not talk shit to meCause that's a good way to get an injuryWhole lot of goons and whole lot of gunsNow we're in the strip club, throwing up a lot of onesThere's a whole lot of titties and a whole lot of bumsYeah the down south breddas, they're a whole lot of funAnd I'm always on a hype when I come, there's a whole lot of sure and I never wanna leave, the party's never doneWe just take it to the parking lot, and then we laugh a lot, until they call the cops, yo[Hook: Dizzee Rascal][Verse 2: Bun B]Man, got a call from a boy from the boy from LondonYoung Diz, what it do my G?Said he wanna come down to the statesYou already know that's cool with meI'm in H-town posted upLet's get some drinks, toast it upHit up the scene and light up some greenAnd burn that purp till we roasted, whatPick rudeboy up the JagFresh as ***** and we got the swagAnd we rollin' clean,And we acting badAnd these boys wanna hate, why you mad?Gladiators stay on deckYou don't want them boys catch your wreckCause they'll bus your faceAnd they'll break your neckYou better back up ***** and show respectBefore your ass get checked[Hook: Dizzee Rascal][Verse 3: Trae The Truth]When I pull up in the city in a back of a slabI got a late night ***** saying come out the cabI'll have a whole trunk going off like jabsNigga everything paid, I ain't got no tabsDo this here for Texas, that's my cityDiamonds all in my chain, they cost like 50Yeah, I'm up in the gutter where niggas play grittyAin't nothing here prettyWe bad like DiddyEverything screwed up where I'm from, slow it upR.I.P. Big Moe, everybody pouring upWhen I throw the hood up, everybody shown upIf I make it out the gate, everybody blowing upI'mma do this here for my nigga Dizzee RascalKing of the streets, here to block my castleI'll tell the whole world, go ahead and respect itI've got this ***** like it ain't no hassle[Hook: Dizzee Rascal]
