Bun B - H-Town lyrics

[Intro: Dizzee Rascal] Yo, you know I can't forget about H-town Down South family Texas (woop) Holdin' me down from young Trust me, trust me, trust me, yo [Hook: Dizzee Rascal] Keepin' it trill In the home of the brave Chillin' wit' the OG UGK Rollin' up swishers, and I smoke till I faint Draped up whilst hitting them switches in the car all covered in candy paint I'm rollin' round H-Town Where Texas mandem hold me down I'm rollin' round H-Town where Where Texas mandem hold me down I'm tollin' round H-Town Where Texas mandem hold me down I said, rollin' round H-Town [Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal] I'm rollin' round H-Town Texas mandem hold me down Actin' an arse, yeah I fool around You know it's all mad when I'm in town No I don't drink that purple juice DJ Screw got me feelin' loose Might put a diamond in my tooth I've got a lot of money, that's my excuse Sitting in the slab with Trill OG Holding a smoke in a big old tree Looking for a girl with a big old B And she can swallow these nuts ASAP I've got an attitude like Pimp C These hoes ain't getting no sympathy And breddas better not talk sh** to me Cause that's a good way to get an injury Whole lot of goons and whole lot of guns Now we're in the strip club, throwing up a lot of ones There's a whole lot of titties and a whole lot of bums Yeah the down south breddas, they're a whole lot of fun And 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 done We 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 London Young Diz, what it do my G? Said he wanna come down to the states You already know that's cool with me I'm in H-town posted up Let's get some drinks, toast it up Hit up the scene and light up some green And burn that purp till we roasted, what Pick rudeboy up the Jag Fresh as f** and we got the swag And we rollin' clean And we acting bad And these boys wanna hate, why you mad? Gladiators stay on deck You don't want them boys catch your wreck Cause they'll bus your face And they'll break your neck You better back up b**h and show respect Before your a** get checked [Hook: Dizzee Rascal] [Verse 3: Trae The Truth] When I pull up in the city in a back of a slab I got a late night b**h saying come out the cab I'll have a whole trunk going off like jabs n***a everything paid, I ain't got no tabs Do this here for Texas, that's my city Diamonds all in my chain, they cost like 50 Yeah, I'm up in the gutter where n***as play gritty Ain't nothing here pretty We bad like Diddy Everything screwed up where I'm from, slow it up R.I.P. Big Moe, everybody pouring up When I throw the hood up, everybody shown up If I make it out the gate, everybody blowing up I'mma do this here for my n***a Dizzee Rascal King of the streets, here to block my castle I'll tell the whole world, go ahead and respect it I've got this b**h like it ain't no ha**le [Hook: Dizzee Rascal]