f/ E.S.G.(*talking*)Hump, where you at babyIt's that Boss Hogg huhWe got something to show y'all thoughChop em up[AP]Get up all the ballas, make your way to the front84's on blaze, and have some bang in your trunkSip syrup or blazing skunk, overdose if you canI ain't saying I'm the man, but I'm your host with the planInstead of parlaying, I know these niggas feel what I'm sayingCause all G's from Houston Texas, now you know where I'm stayingCrawling low tip-toeing, in a five double OB-E-N-Z, on dash reclined watching TVDecided what game Playstation, and a Sega cdLater on we hold and jumping, to the pretty BentleyDid I mention in the steering wheel's, a color TVTinted up blowing smoke, that's the life of a G[Lil' Flip]Houston we have a problem, we ball too muchThrew some blades on my ride, and now we crawl too muchThrew some paint on the car, and now we drip too muchBought a gallon of drank, and now we sip too muchFlip too much, wood grain we grip too muchYou might as well, say that H.S.E. pimp too muchEverybody wearing diamonds, so I wear baguettesEverybody riding Benz, so I fly in a jetI got a palace in Dallas, I got a train in SpainAirplanes with candy wings, TV screens and thangsGirls dancing in my mansion, playas still party tooI got ice in my mouth, but my name ain't CubeActing bad in the slab, filling up at TexacoChop chop twist twist, on my way to MexicoVideos and commercials, radio and rehearsalsIn hover crafts I love to laugh, my style is so universal[Hook - 2x]Chop chop twist twist, rocks is on my wristI'm a billion dolla balla, with a million dolla kissTwist twist chop chop, watch the car hopI represent my hood, and my worldwide block[Redd]Candy jet flying wet, elevator sky screamerLate night Casanova, in a Rover or the BeamerSlanging in the intersection, squat out with a smileOn the Nextel phone, my screens spin like crystal ballsYou ain't know, tell these niggas get me lean wayAnd if the FED's is watching, we leaving trails on the freewayAin't no instant replay, man we wetting niggas upIt's so hard to lose my touch, but I'm betting niggas upStacking paper cutting papers, never known to catch vaporsGuard the states with city exits, one hundred feet skyscrapersChop chop twist twist, I got rocks on my wristScratching haters off my list, and blow a million dolla kiss[Verse 4]H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreamsAnd everything in H-Town, ain't always what it seemsYou might get jacked, for your blades and swangasFrom MLK to the Tre, we keeping one in the chamberH-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreamsWhere we stay creased up and pieced up, top flighted codeinePlatinum bezeltine gleam, thugs wishing on a starStretched land Lex pop a Zanek, plus my stretches for tomorrow[Hook - 2x][E.S.G.]Chop chop twist twist, forty glock up in my wristOr my desert eagle resident evil, for these niggas that's on my listYou got me pissed nigga, see you's a bitch niggaAnd at your concert you in dirt, and we won't miss niggaI guess you jealous of the Benzo, on Lorenzo'sAnd your jacks and fools, keep bringing me the ends soThe Ghetto Twinz show, got dropped up on your headNow meet my little friend, my Mack 10 with a infraredI heard you hid your cars, locked your burglar barsDon't fuck with the E and Hump chump, cause we some murder starsThis calls for war why, for they kick in your bellyChop chop with my machete, twist your neck cause we deadly[Hook - 2x]Jiggidy chop chopJiggidy twist twistMillion dolla ballasMillion dolla kiss - 2x
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