aint where I put who been fuckin wit my pot? She said nobody I said I cant tell she said its over there witcha' bags an ya' scale Gotta H-Town plate
A pirate with a tune on a holiday A lazy Mr. Moon on a getaway And isn't that a mood for a milky way A Ukelele lady layin' around the Lei Rock, rock,
We take it easy, tigers in a cage We're pacing on our pads and waiting For the town to come in revelry Our lazy bones ache for a tearing You can't hold
goin' home Now the sky is gettin' light An everything will be alright Think I finally got the knack Just floatin' here lazy on my back I never really liked that town
James p. johnson / flournoy e. miller You don't act up too much Ain't got that glamour touch You're trifling lazy Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out
You don't act up too much Ain't got that glamor touch You're trifling lazy Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out here Mamma Look out here You carry me
H-Town, yeah you already know Choppin' on blades so amazin' Look at them boy's teeth, that's crazy The lean and the weed got us lazy Yellow boppers
Hey, hey Remember that day In 1976 (? ) london town was boring We (? ? ) and dance You're only 29 You gotta lot to learn I'm a lazy sod I'm a lazy sd
bout Devils We talkin' 'bout Devils, devils Man, it's payback, for all da months dat I laid back For all da blunts dat had me lazy and crazy It's drama
I know niggas hatin? but there slower than the dollas that I?m makin?. Plus I still walk in any club with my jewels on. No security just me and a couple groove towns
these hoe's can sell Feds say this crew is scandalous Wanna charge us all for pimpin' and panderin' From the Mississippi Valley to the ATL to Chi town
good dick sucker, I can?t lie Sucked so good I thought I?d die Bitch blew me up, blew me down All the way back to the Oakland-town Baby started singin
done Each day there are hours I skip like a stone I just crawl in a bag I'm gonna live my life like somebody's shadow I know, I'm lazy with the little
) Lets pretend like it?s 98 like i?m eating lunch off of styrofoam trays trying to be the next rapper comin out the A (A-town) Hoping for a record deal
out of town, i got to hoppin' on the planes All the time away from home, shit you wasn't in my trust While I'm out of town Rap Hustlin', doing this shit
[MURS] See, had the place to myself, my parents went outta town So I had the music up and was runnin' around Singing to the beat of my favorite underground
know that he's rollin tight Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town (Yungstar) Out H-town showin surround
drugs It's the TIP, Bun-B and slim thug I got drank by the Pint Dro by the pound Headed to the club in the boss top down Slim thug 'bout to clown represent H-Town