H-Town, in for Texas Southside, for the Northside, for the Eastside, for the Westside, for the
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' All these comin' up out that H-Town It's down, and you know we bout to climb All these ballers representin' that damn
Blaze up the indo, the chocolate tye Sittin' on South Race screens, out the sky Hoes diss that ass cause they wanna buy me Ralph big 'o 19's look lovely on the foreign I borrowing, the baddest, the V-12 is the baddest A rhymin' afterattics gave me superstar Longers get my list, got me pissed I to sell rocks, now they all on my wrist Feel this before yourself, and get in this The playa, the pimp, thug and a menace Pretendness is endless, and crank up Yo sweet cal is in knockin' out Houston
It's down, and you know it's goin' down All these playas comin' up out that It's goin' down, and you we bout to climb All these ballers representin' that H-Town It's goin' down, and you know it's down Throw hands in the air for that H-Town goin' down, and they can't really see Screwed-Up Click for life, this is Lil' to
Two, is in the mix And hit me on the beep if you thirtysix Quickly, we're the of high rexis make you mighty reckless to run up on the Lexus It's still this from a Southern gangbanger No anger to a stranger, but one up in the chamber Of the blared straight cause haters come in flocks It face born and raised on the 8100 block of Herschelwood And the is understood We keep it all good in crack-controlled hood It ain't too late to set it straight, real don't hate weight and keep fate and the money that I make I'ma break 500 mean gold, tapes sold, story told, the North to South Pole 21 years old, wanna bone, drown Just another comin' out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you it's goin' down All playas comin' up out that H-Town It's goin' down, and you know we to climb All these ballers representin' that H-Town It's goin' down, and you know goin' down Throw your hands in the air for that It's goin' down, and they can't see representin' and this is Lil' to Keke
First three, who it be, K-e me, I'm a g, from the southside of the T You and me, baby, let's get a for the hour Get high as a tower, bust a nut and hit the You gone with the wind, while it's on again This time bring a friend, a corners we gone bend Let's pretend that this sin, ain't even been Once I split it I hit it, you in love, go'on admit it goin' down, yeah I'm talking to you H-Town, smoked out jammin' Tell your crew it's '97, it ain't no We got 'em to the bottom now they all Houston
It's goin' down, and you know it's down All these comin' up out that H-Town It's down, and you know we bout to climb All these representin' that damn H-Town It's down, and you know it's goin' down your hands in the air for that H-Town It's down, and they can't really see my hood, this is Lil' to Keke
"Keke yours have been the Cinderella story you've shooting to the top of the bullet, but how do you feel about the East Coast Coast situation?"
Keke: "You know, I'ma keep my comments that, but due to representation, it's About The Southside"