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Houston Calls Where To Start

So one night she phones me - I'm cornered in the living room we're speaking of impending doom. We exchange sad goodbyes - where did all the feelings go

So one night she phones me - I'm cornered in the living room we're speaking of impending doom. We exchange sad goodbyes - where did all the feelings

Where I'm from killers go dumb, usually death is the outcome Welcome to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you The streets, they really want you I'm serious

That's tight, that's right You do this right, you might have the time of ya life Dom Kennedy: Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox Where you

sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On

Ghetto soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston Second ward, thats be the place where I do my dirt Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows I

vest, pink jewels on my chest Rappin', clappin', fingers start snappin' Watch how you actin', I'm rubbin' on the back And MC's is slack and your groups sound wack Where

Houston, get on up!!! Carolina, get on up!!! New Orleans, get on up!!! Chicago, get on up!!! [SS] If you aint Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride? You get yo head cracked open, when SS start

all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac So start