Lyrics:
Kimmel
In that pomegranate slam with the roof convert
Five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork
That Cali is active when Lil' Keke got
purple Sprite
I was still sipping 40s
Keke's still pimpin' stories as
I'm passing by Yates
Stop and wonder if I'll
Ever enter Heaven's gates
I told my
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
They say them boy's riding clean
But without the King
What does it really mean
Cup full of lean, got
attention to the vets and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no)
Keke the Don, Pimp C a king
Lil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the team
It ain't no
Yeah
H-Town all stars in the building, that's right
Lil' Keke the don, yes
Check it out
Seven-thirteen homie, I been on
Yeah, we been here
attention to the vets and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no)
Keke the Don, Pimp C a king
Lil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the team
It ain't no
attention to the vets and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no)
Keke the Don, Pimp C a king
Lil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the team
It ain't no
Yeah
H-Town all stars in the building, that's right
Lil Keke the don, yes
Check it out
Seven-thirteen homey, I been on
Yeah we been here
Southside, hot
Westside, hot
[Lil' Keke]
Off in the Dirty Dirty, you know we do it with these
Poetic and Don Ke, known for getting that cheese
I'm
better known as Lil' Keke the Don
Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son
[Chorus: x2]
the morning
Lil Keke, you know what I'm sayin'? You spill me?
Keep our name out y'all mouth like Puffy said, you spill me?
Yeah, everybody wanna have double
Big terrible Texas, where legends are born
Lil' Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
Big terrible Texas, where legends are born
Lil' Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
better known as Lil' Keke the Don
Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son
[Chorus: x2]
a whole tape
Without my dues being paid
That's breaking the rules
Cuz if you from Houston, DJ Screw he paved the way
S-U-C, Swisha House
Lil Keke, Michael
Hawk, boys get outlined in chalk,
Tryin' to run up and jack my slab,
This one here for my boy lil kee I'm throwin' deuce up and gettin' boys dab,
shit biweekly
Smoking on Palmer, I'm not talking Keke
Frost on my wrist yeah King Zane feeling cooler
I get bout ten bags then I hit up my jeweler
I'm
see, it's the Trae and Lil B
(playa made for life, till we D-IE)
SLAB, time to drop tops
Swanging off the lots
While you hoes be bopping
SLAB, when your
mine
Pocket full of stones
Like a king that's underground
ABN gang, so you haters move around
King of the streets
I'll put you up under mine get out
have fun
My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard
My nigga High G, you know he's down with me
M-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3
at him hidin'
Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'
H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S
We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
From
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
But fuck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight
Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God
Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard
Just
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