H-Town

[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 shit 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 fuck 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 bitch and show respect

Before your ass 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 bitch saying come out the cab

I'll have a whole trunk going off like jabs

Nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 bitch like it ain't no hassle

[Hook: Dizzee Rascal]