I know how to rock the crack, and rock the show Then I roll out, 'cause I can't hold out That's why every concert I do, is sold out From, Houston, Dallas
her class she has to pass The others bad and black, take her to the bachelor pad Crib big yo, her man's crib is less than half of that Call up the DJ
know Ia??m gon tell you principal cana??t expel ya You call it a bribe but Ia??d rather call it a helpaa?? Uhh. The location is down in Houston And
(Marques Houston) Mr. Houston, Miss. Keri (Keri Hilson) Come here baby Sometimes I just wanna dance withcha (Marques Houston) Said wrap your legs around
a long ligga Then again, I never beat for my nigga, Digga You know I got, navigators, so we won't get lost N.O.R.E, these Queens niggas call me the
papes I swang from lane to lane With one hand on the woodgrain The other hand on my cup Sippin' that purple stuff H-Town, Houston Texas We jam music
trunk popped in my 'Lac Keep a glock in my 'Lac Somethin' cocked in my lap Just in case a hata trip tryin to plot for my (caddillac benz) [Verse 1 - Killa Kyleon] From Houston
earth sink On the brink of divinity, defying gravity Reachin' for infinity Can he be incarcerated by the limits? Stuck, they can't function Caught up in the scrimmage This game called
Earth to your brain Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, Houston, I think we have a problem Yo, I think we have a problem, yo Yo, yo, we have a problem Yo, yo, yo,
got everything them other rappers got times two (WHOO! C'MON!) [Chorus] [Verse - Slim Thug] I'm that new problem outta Houston, you got word of that
the baddest broads in Houston boostin' Breakdown feel the party Put your hands together everybody All the ladies in the house, I call the honies, first
friendship we had at best A voice to console An ear to confide That someone you tell Your deepest of feelings inside Chorus: But we didn't know When we held each other
're surrounded by others With boxcars in their eyes Never count your winnings at hour twenty three Of a twenty four hour drive Remember that you're not the one Calling
we were Southbound and down with the wind blowing in our faces We kept on rolling and pretty soon The radio was cooking out a haggard tune And we were pulling into Houston
me Can't you see that We're done, we're through I'm well enough and I'm quite over you So end the calls Goodbye, I'll see you on the other side I'll
Bonnie and Bobby made their way to the bar they didn't know of each other but they weren't very far from both having some drinks and eyes meeting over