So, Ro Lillemann - Geirr Lystrup

First I'ma open up one of these bottles Then I'ma try to open up one of these models Candy paint on my ride styrofoam in my hand So many speakers in the trunk my shit sound just like the TSU band Wood grain is what I'm grabbin' on And Fat Pat is what I'm jammin' on (Top Drop, Top Drop) Slow Down by Robert Earl Davis better known DJ Screw They was talkin' down then nah-nah-nah that's How all the DJ's DJ'ed too (Screwed up the world) And it's not H-Town it's H-Tine We swang-and-bang babies the boulevard is our playground Elbow's and Vogue's '84's or '3's We seeing money down south 'cause that's what we supposed to see I'm so Houston Pimp C would be proud of me Fat Pat would be proud of me yeah And I'm so Houston Big Moe would be proud of me Big Hawk would be proud of me I'm so Houston DJ Screw would be proud of me Big Mello would be proud of me yeah And I'm so Houston Wickett Crickett would be proud of me I know my momma would be proud of me South side North side East side we ride On the west you better keep your vest Protect your chest or you will die I know Moe'll be proud of me I jumped in the game and tried to fulfill your legacy Yeah the OG's teachin' me right-ight-ight My city we known for sellin' drank pints pints Pop Trunk Body Rock just groove Splash Town still holdin' what it do If you think something sweet you a fool 'Cause Big Baby gon' keep a tool I'm so Houston (Yes) Pimp C would be proud of me Fat Pat would be proud of me (Yeah) yeah And I'm so Houston (I'm so H-Tine) Big Moe would be proud of me (Damn, Ke, I'm here) Big Hawk would be proud of me I'm so Houston (Captain to my brother Ro, what's up?) DJ Screw would be proud of me Big Mello would be proud of me, yeah And I'm so Houston Wickett Crickett would be proud of me (I swear) I know my momma would be proud of me (I swear) Ayy blowin' grass in the drop and the crop strong Slow speed float by and the top gone Chopped up Robert Earl not a pop song If they ain't '84's then I ain't home 88, 6-10 South side 45, 59 let's ride EZ TAG on the beltway nigga Gettin' ghost in the white and the foreign ain't Tide (I swear) Bad bitches got a nigga on the run And these snitches keep a nigga with a gun (Bow-bow) Houston Texas where they don't bar none S.U.C. day one and they call him Young Don (Dong King) Gettin' payed when ya work stay clean H-Town yeah I'm so 13 Ice it up pour it up more lean Seven figures eight figures more cream my dream 95 it's a real hot day Riding slam might as well not play Cuttin' corners in the real fresh rage Jammin' Ro in the Mo ridin' blue over grey Yeah my heart still in the slab line Niggas hating but they can't have me Yeah we ball 'til we fall stand tall 'Cause we so H-Tine H-Tine I'm so Houston Pimp C would be proud of me Fat Pat would be proud of me yeah And I'm so Houston Big Moe would be proud of me Big Hawk would be proud of me I'm so Houston DJ Screw would be proud of me Big Mello would be proud of me yeah And I'm so Houston Wickett Crickett would be proud of me I know my momma would be proud of me I'm so Houston

Lidele galen, lidele god Kom til meg skal du få drikke av min sko Lidele galen, lidele god Kom til meg skal du få danse Danse opp og danse ned I raude lyngen under himla høge tre Danse vill og danse varm Å, kjære gje meg ein masurka Lidele galen, lidele god Kom til meg skal du få drikke av min sko Lidele galen, lidele god Kom til meg skal du få ta meg Ta meg opp og ta meg ned I raude lyngen under himla høge tre Ta meg vill og ta meg varm Å, kjære gje meg ein masurka

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