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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) · Hat Trick (America) · Fun Trick Noisemaker (The Apples in Stereo) · Trick or Treat (The String Cheese Incident) – and 90 other albums »


flunk
S-M-H it's such a shame
You ain't learned a damn thing

So I'm just sitting in this rehab class
Trying to get myself unhooked on ass
So then my
screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

I'm from the city of the codeine, candy paint with fallin' screens
Diamonds in
quick
I never asked what got her started
With the sorry river tricks
So I get the bottle open
But something’s hit a nerve
And I’m looking in
and umm, kicks 'pon the dome
I'm kicking, on the regular I puts masses in motions
Shit'll split your mind open like a canteloupe then
The Roots
Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
[Chorus]
We hear em talking dine
But we still
On the grind
Crawlin' slow
Tippin' dine
But we do it for h-town
We back up on the rise
Feeling good
the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber

band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I
hey the method man
Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be sam, sam I
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
hey the method man
Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be sam, sam I
Out on the town kicking around feeling bluesy
It's getting late I can't afford to be choosy
Should be home and dry by now
Tried every trick in
I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back

Oh
that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back

[Chorus]
What you wanna do?
I got that old thing back
What you wanna see?
Baby sing relax
The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin' in H-Town
in H-Town
Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight down
Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back
It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
listen. 

Abra cadabra form of a bedroom (h) 
Now add a little candle light
And the scent of your sweet perfume girl. 
Hocus pocus now your in that
gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town
hey the method man
Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be sam, sam I
Flip]
Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand

[H.A.W.K.]
Down south candy paint bumper grill
I'm as ill as chicks with dicks 

Scuff my kicks I'm bustin licks 

Openin somebody up like Vicks 

Purchase ism by the bricks 

Plus I brick
head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You won't fall for that
gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town
gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town
H-Town, going down, ooh
Oh yeah (know we talking bout)
Ay, ay

I'm out, H-Town
These niggas, need to know what I'm talking about
Ooh you know,
Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom