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live on the streets of Houston town

Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along
And we headed down south with just spit and a song
But they
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
think we just get closer when we're not together
You tell me that I'm confusin'
More immature than Marcus Houston
Cut's too deep for a band-aid
of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back
I’m from Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back

I’m
[Jacky Jasper] don't mind the smell from across the hall
[Dr. Dooom] we're ya neighbors next door down on the next floor
[Jacky Jasper] I'm comin over
and I'm weeping all the day
For you've gone from the old Kentucky shore
[ harmonica ]
When the moon had climbed the mountain and the stars were shining too
they're knockin' on my door
I know you're gonna miss me when I'm gone

Got no daddy but I got a ma
Think she lives in Arkansas
Maybe I'll go see her
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
gone 
Over and over again 
Some took their lives from their land and moved on 
And some stayed on to plow it back in 
And the good Lord he giveth
writing, the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do
comes the black lone ranger
From a rookie to a star, to a certified pro 
Cause I'm all about my dough so I'm the ceo
When I turn on the corner best
the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this,
gone 
Over and over again 
Some took their lives from their land and moved on 
And some stayed on to plow it back in 
And the good Lord he giveth
trying to win a war

People was poor before the hurricane came
But the down pour poured is like when Mary J. sang
Every day it rains, so every day
blow, outside my door,
I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah.
My baby's gone
Tuesday's gone with the wind,
My baby's gone, gone with that wind
Long Gone
street 
When I'm restless for no reason or rhyme 
I wander away from time to time 
The roar of my wheels always sounds so sweet 
But I hurry back
my door
That is just so you
Coming back when I've finally moved on
I'm already gone

Sometimes shattered
Never open
Nothing matters
When you're broken
shaky
From playin' my rock and roll

I'm gone I'm gone
Saved by rock and roll

I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone

It ain't very funny
How you
by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing
the snitch know to get it on

24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
When the clock strikes one I stare at the door
By the time it reaches two I'm walking the floor
When the hands oh so gently drop down on the three
played drums
And I hummed the sax
And the wind whistled down
The railroad tracks

Hey three for a quarter
One for a dime
I'll bet it's tomorrow
By Rocky
live by the sea

Looking at myself
Looking at myself
I'm OK

Can you pass me the springfeather?

If it aint funny don?t laugh
I?m hoppalong
mean, I feel you
I've got to keep on pushin'

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I