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H-Town to the A-Town (Hutchinson, Hutch) · M-Town 2 H-Town (O.G. Ron C.) · At Town Hall/Mercer & Short: Second Town Hall Concert (Mabel Mercer) · Town to Town (Phil Keaggy) · Town to Town/Ph'lip Side/Play Thru Me (Phil Keaggy) · Town to Town (Tanya Savory) · Town By Town (Yonder Mountain String Band) · One and One Is One (Medicine Head) · One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer: Essential Recordings (George Thorogood) · One Lord, One Faith, One Baptism (Aretha Franklin) – and 90 other albums »


to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang west side connect gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O
to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang west side connect gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O
laid
By this H double O to D to the S.T.A
Fuck hidin' it I'm gang  conected simple and plain
Which means I could give a fuck about you niggas in this rap
to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang west side connect gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O
underneath my ride, fortified keep it by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You
to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang west side connect gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O
to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang west side connect gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O
it for
Cause we do it for
Cause we do it for h-town

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Even after the Ozone Awards is over
We still feeling like ain't nobody
to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang west side connect gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
even though
That was fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago

Skipped that town on my birthday
For eighteen years I was headed that way
Where old red
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Yes I am

Uhh, Uhh
Rappers crossing over to that R&B jinx
Walk around town like your shit don't stink
Take it from
like yesterday even though
That was fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago

Skipped that town on my birthday
For eighteen years I was headed that
yesterday, even though
That was fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago

Skipped that town on my birthday
For eighteen years I was headed that way
Where old
I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe

Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had
h-o-d, man

Yes I am
[verse three:]
Uhh, uhh
Rappers crossing over to that r&b jinx
Walk around town like your shit don't stink
Take it from me, hey
(Choppa City in here)
Got my nigga Block in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead nigga Zone 1 A-town nigga (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
h-o-d, man

Yes I am
[verse three:]
Uhh, uhh
Rappers crossing over to that r&b jinx
Walk around town like your shit don't stink
Take it from me, hey
me outa east and meh buck yuh up ah Boston 
Head ah buss like gaspan
Bullet with gunpowder 
No lasco no lass man
Dis Bartel and pantan 
Push yuh
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
h-o-d, man

Yes I am
[verse three:]
Uhh, uhh
Rappers crossing over to that r&b jinx
Walk around town like your shit don't stink
Take it from me, hey
knocking at your door
So open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to
I'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter
Touch you touch you I might
on your mind

[H.A.W.K.]
I shut em down, cut em down, quick to throw my weight around
To yellow bone or sugar brown, Boss Hogg we holding on
We getting
wouldn't buss you in your mouf
You know you ghetto when you think you number one with the flow
And you shoutin' out yourself on the radio
You know you ghetto