(Louis Armstrong & Luis Russell) Well, I had a woman Livin' way back o' town Well, she treated me right Never let me down But I wasn't satisfied I had
I had a woman Livin' way back o' town Yeah she treated me right Never let me down But I wasn't satisfied I had to run around Now she's gone and left
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: (Louis Armstrong & Luis Russell) Well, I had a woman Livin' way back o' town Well, she treated me right Never let me down But I wasn't satisfied I
when I floss I'm the boss like Tony Danza Puttin' hands on muthafuckas actin' up Give me fifty feet betta back tha fuck up Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town
Hard listen mean mugging For when niggas don't see their C's till they see the judges Dark side of town, baby mama blues, When drama ensues niggas and
daydream cause I'm locked down. And I can't help but, to reminisce about when I was back in H-Town. When I was ridin candy blue piece and chain hangin
Ya call yourself a hustler Thirty-years-old and still try'na move a fifty pack Little Honda Civic with big speakers in the back Me I'm still a hustler
it's hot when ever I say so Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand Got big bass in the back of the blue van It's blue over gold the story been told Benjamin
today though (oh well shit fuck it, you all good then) [Z-Ro:] I'm breaking, my bud sack down (bud sack down) And representing, H-Town (H-Town) My homies
quarterbacks Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back
4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
shined out Do you really, wanna fuck around wit us Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter Nigga we the Southside, H-Town
4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory
