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Born and bred from the streets of New Orleans, Louisiana, enter into the game, 21-year-old August Alsina... With the love and hustle of the Crescent City running through his veins, August is eager to follow in the footsteps of the NOLA music legends that paved his way. His recently inked deal with Def Jam Recordings looks to be a great step in the right direction, but music wasn't always in his future. August learned at an early age that drugs and money could make you, or break you. With both his father and stepfather battling crack addiction, August's mother moved their family to Houston, Texas in search of a fresh start. But Houston provided no happy ending. For years, a young August endured a home life plagued by drugs and violence. At just 14,… more »

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Throw that NO up
H-Town down
That's for my homies
That's for my rounds
All that heavy syrup sippin'
Clout by the pound
Keep that candy paint drippin'
Chop, chop, screw it up the South

Throw that NO up
H-Town down (hol' up)
This for the homies (hol' up)
This for my rounds (hol', hol' up)
All that heavy syrup sippin' (mind)
Clout by the pound (hol' up)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (hol' up)
Chop, chop, screw it up the South (hol', hol' up)

I got, I got, I got hoes out the 504
Out the 713 and out the 281 for sure
Shout out my niggas out the 818 and 404
But this one for my NO rounds and my Houston folk
Held me down for sure
Taught me to not cook when niggas get buck
Dirty Sprite all in my cup
Drip, drip, all down my truck
Break the rock down and serve it up
The ladies buss down for real niggas (Turn around)
Tryna be around the trill niggas
Who will talk slow and kill quick
If you came up 'round real shit, bet you gon' feel this

Throw that NO up
H-Town down (hol' up)
This for the homies (hol' up)
This for my rounds (hol', hol' up)
All that heavy syrup sippin' (mind)
Clout by the pound (hol' up)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (hol' up)
Chop, chop, screw it up the South (hol', hol' up)

Throw that NO up (NO up)
H-Town down (H-Town down)
This for my homies (homies)
This for my rounds (rounds)
All that heavy syrup sippin' (mind)
Clout by the pound (hol' up)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (drip, drip, drip)
Chop, chop, screw it up the South (hol', hol' up)

Now what you, what you, what you need? (hot, hot, hot)
You want a hot boy
Four hunnid degrees on the block boy (hot, hot, hot)
You need an ice cream man who can serve (hot, hot, hot)
Bend corners, never ride on the curb (hot)
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's under control (under control)
Never gon' forget what you told me (no)
Same girls tryna sex you up
Be the main ones tryna set you up
Rest in peace to Elliott
I feel you look down from Heaven
If you came across Mel and Chandra
Let 'em know it ain't been the same since they left
But I'm still alive so I'm blessed (I'm blessed)
To keep buildin' and growin'
Gotta keep goin', rep where I came from and you know it

Throw that NO up
H-Town down (H-Town down)
This for the homies (yeah, yeah)
This for my rounds (for my rounds)
All that heavy syrup sippin' (yeah, yeah)
Clout by the pound (clout by the pound)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (drip, drop)
Chop, chop, screw it up the South

Oh, throw that NO up (NO up)
H-Town down (H-Town down)
This for the homies (homies)
This for my rounds (rounds, rounds, rounds)
All that heavy syrup sippin' (oh, yeah)
Clout by the pound (ooh, yeah)
Keep that candy pain't drippin' (drip, drop)
Chop, chop, grew it up the South (hol', hol' up)

Throw that NO up
H-Town down
That's for my homies
That's for my rounds
All that heavy syrup sippin'
Clout by the pound
Keep that candy paint drippin'
Chop, chop, screw it up the South

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