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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
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
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
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
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
talk I walk
It's Slim Thug, E.S.G., and my dog Big H.A.W.K.
Living laid in the shade, all dues been paid
To tell the truth we got it made, something
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
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
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 ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til 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 in this bitch 
What up? What up? 
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city 
What up? What up? 
What up? What up? 

Money by the ton 
Bricks
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,