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Texas boys, Houston Texas From mo'fucking Acres Home to the mo'fucking Tre Everything is slowed down Everything is slowed down Everything is slowed down Huh, yeah that drank got me leaning I ain't smoke all day, kush got me fiending I'm dreaming, cup got me sleep walking Don't know what I'm saying, but I'm gon' keep talking Walking fresh J's, stay dressed like I'm paid I'm millionaire dreaming, fuck seeing minimum wage Lac sprayed candy, haters can't stand me Pack the four-five, 'case them jackers apprehend me I shoulda won a Grammy, realest nigga rapping I don't wanna fuck your slut, tell that hoe I'm capping Cause I'm in a 'rarri, or I'm in a Rover Either or I'm sipping bar, you never see me sober Everything is slowed down Everything is slowed down Everything is slowed down Everything is slowed down Don Ke H-Town legend, I do it mean SongtextePo' up some'ing nice, we lean and ride clean Sipping on drank, tasting on mud When that oil touch the streets, this winter it might flood Coming down nasty, hit the block twice I kill em with the freestyle flow, but I got a price Ice the cup's thick and heavy, get em ready We knock em off the ceiling, I'm home this pimping's steady I ride round with that loud pack, but still need that cup This 13 and Hogg Life, y'all niggaz know what's up It's H-Town and it's understood, we the true home of that purple Get laid stay paid, no squares in my circle Everything is slowed down Everything is slowed down Everything is slowed down Everything is slowed down H-Town, Fleetwood King where ya at ha Mexicans out that 'Stead man, this shit don't stop We gon' have the whole motherfucking world po'ing up man I see you boys out there in that Clarke, Propain G love Shout out that Southwest, that Eastside I see you my nigga, all my niggaz out here in Acres Home J-Dawg, S-G-S where ya at this Texas nigga Aus Songtexte Mania