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(feat. Will-Lean, D-Gotti)  
  
Yeah that's right, Houston Texas..  
  
[Hook]  
Nextel phones, and twinkie inches of chrome  
Million dollar homes, and players'll still moan  
Got the game mapped out, and Rolexes and platinum necklace  
Benz and Lexus, represent Houston Texas do you love it  
  
[D-Gotti]  
The game done changed, it's stangs we bring  
Five S. Cardige ring, connected with gangs  
Real range on death defying leapords, niggaz ain't soft  
Rougher than raw, shop on the Internet fuck the mall  
9-9 L-Dog, top released for sixty G's  
Wreck streets, D-Gotti the owner for what you see  
It's what it be, it's under the bomb concedes me  
Man tone large land, and pool and concrete  
Running, from Federal agents with surveillance taping  
Five star rate, seven figga mail we making  
For granted we taking, but when we smash it's over  
Niggaz pulling out new Vipers, and stretch Range Rovers  
Syruped out or sober, I'm intellectually thoed  
Pimp pens on futon, off in my Gucci robe  
And all praises to my Pa with his high, cause ballers designed  
To hop off in my shoes, cause I'm thoed and on fire on my  
  
[Hook x2]  
  
[Will-Lean]  
On roam, connected with cell phones  
Million dollar homes, parvay with marble stones  
Caddy Fleet wood bromes, platinum Rolex with ice  
Foreigns off the lot, without checking the price  
To be precise boppers want when they hear, the Jag horn  
Creased up in Ralph Lauren, or dobbed out in Phat Farm  
Princess cut Clover charm, got my rocks on glare  
So extroadinare, it make you stop and stare  
Don't dare to compare, your knots to big shots  
That cruise on big yachts, protected like Ft. Knox  
V-12 dubbed out, 20 inches I pulled out  
Chopping and knocking, these niggaz up off the block  
On dots tops dropped, hogging flossing on chrome  
Low-Pro's Perellis on my celly, dogging the zone  
Holding my own playa, on top the Astro-dome  
Frequencies get cloned, while I'm getting my mail on on my  
  
[Hook x2]  
  
[H.A.W.K.]  
Of course, I'm in convertible Porshe  
Race horse golf course, front page of the Source  
Text for intercourse, with the beautiful ladies  
600 Mercedes, everything's all gravy  
Do you feel me baby, Benz 2 triple 0  
Steering wheel mo-mo, on twinkie Lorenzos  
Screens glow, as they fall from the ceiling  
Say oooh what I'm feeling, when you're playing with millions  
Hoes stalk me, from Texas to Milwaukee  
My minutes'll cost me, so hit me via walkie-talkie  
Alast it's iceless, cause my jewelry's so priceless  
One look and you're hooked, and I'll leave you sightless  
Accumulate dividends, with my ball-point pen  
Vocabulary extraordinary, sometimes hard to comprehend  
Lenden is what I wear, devinare soft my fair  
I'm known everywhere, as a seven figga playa on my  
  
[Hook x2]

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