my side of town 'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send And you, painted my entire
', I'm the Boss with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the Sherrif, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red an' paint his wife white
Chevy stock super eight He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint He leans on the hood
. Well I fought in the dockyards for the the money that I made. And the fight was my home and any blood was my trade. Baton rouge, ______, and lafayette town
were as red as mine I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leaving But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town And the son of a poor
we catch flights jet life jet life Verse 1: uhh i got a girlfriend and a mistriss 7 chevys in my driveway im so hood rich before i leave the town this
one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red
Now, if I'm out of town, my crew take of your bodies The more the merrier point and spray the area Niggas is quick to bury you, punk niggas feel inferior
nigga. (Lil Keke) You know what? i came in this game, i woke up one mornin i was thinkin bout the grain. Jumped in the drop, seats red butter. Turned
know that he's rollin tight Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town (Yungstar) Out H-town showin surround
about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red
Em Swang On Em [x2] [Lupe Fiasco:] Now I'm Chi-Town Born And I'm Chi-Town Bread Call Me West-Side Lu' But I Kno About Dem North-Side Blue's And Dem South-Side Red
the G-code till I see the steel Don't make me have to draw down wit' that red appeal Then you gon' undastand that Bun B is foreva trill [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B (T-Pain
drugs It's the TIP, Bun-B and slim thug I got drank by the Pint Dro by the pound Headed to the club in the boss top down Slim thug 'bout to clown represent H-Town
We gon' take it from the bottom, M I A M I to Houston H town, Pitbull, Bun B My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise All my chicos, I gotchu
I hit heavy in the trunk so i say im heavy hittin my car jus got a jerry curl the paints still drippin my whip so clean i turn lovers into haters then
Red Bull and vodka Provocatively, walking like you're talking to me Branded outlandish, triple decker stress sandwich It's an ambush, turn out back to canvas Ain't it the art words, painted
love Somebody wrote love With a red crayon on a notebook sheet Spelled out with a backwards E in first grade On a overpass out side of town A heart's spray painted