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education
Trying to mess with my concentration
Don't even have a clue of what I'm facing
All you know you need to stop it
Defaming my name for a profit
and the places I know
I just need a new start, oh, the seas, they must part
I am finally ready to go

From Houston I'm moving tonight
I've got to pick up
can't get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinking 'Lord, that's all I need to know'

So when the night was over, I walked her to her door
And I bid
Yeah I represent Houston man
Ya know they say we country down here
But everybody tryna ride blades
Everybody want to ride candy paint
Ya feel
a recluse, and the truth is
Fame is starting to give me an excuse
To be at a, all-time low
I sit alone in my home theater, watching the same damn D-V-D
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
Whitney now picture me fuckin'
Pullin' your ponytail smackin' you on the ass
Tellin' you how (I can take you all around the world)
That nigga can't do it
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)

Aiyyo
What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz "My Love's
all the girls with me
So I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney
Houston, producin' a style that make a smile
To make you say, "ooh child!"
Bust
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
stepped out of the strip club
Made 5000 look like 50
I spend all my time in Houston, smoke that kush but I don't do Whitney
I don't do Britney, I don't
the victim then some am I 

Of your bad fun 
Money's all gone but you need some 
Lover's on the phone but the got none 
Daddy ain't home from the dog run
want that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then

How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you
rippin' major venues
Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston
My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times
I felt it was no hope, but
name couldn't stay out her mouth
And I don't need to know if she just wanna join the team
Get down and kiss all up on my ring
I keep a Cadillac and I
Makin' hit records like Whitney Houston
With a mind of violence, right, I might
Blow the show teachers speakin' yo, I cut MP's
To release to each and be
-=Yukmouth Talking=- [Girl]
[Dreams of fuckin' an industry bitch]
My dreams be crazy man
Last night I fucked Whitney Houston [Dreams of fuckin' an industry
that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then

How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'?
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I
I know, I know)
Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders
You were there
When it got heavy, I held it
You were there
Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that

Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing
attack crack
We need another news channel like a hole in the back
There's a one eight-seven on the four-o-five
And we all go to heaven on a hard disk
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
to watch that TV
All goddamn night

I'd be in bed with the radio on
I would listen to it all night long
Just to hear my favorite song
You'd have to wait till