LONE STAR RIDAZ - City of Houston lyrics

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[Chorus: Russell Lee]

Sometimes I feel like I don't have a problem

Sometimes I feel like my only fear

Is the city I live in, the city of Houston

Lonely as I am, together we ride

[Happy P]

These motherfuckers be hating on me, and they hating on us

Cause our city's moving up, it's over what what

Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when

Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh


Uh 59 I-10, forty five

Six to the 88, hitting all sides

We all ride, the city ain't a small tie

Wanna explore, well let me be your tour guide

[Max Minelli]

Cadillac pure coat, white pearl

When I pull out, they swear I'm moving white girl

But I ain't with that, I make sick beats

I hit my homie Toe Roll blowing big sweets


In the Southeast telephone rolling on drop

Sitting at the light like I got a knot on the side

I'm gone punch it once it turn green

Let my rubber burn clean like it done served me


[Low G]

Me and my flow, flow for my dough

Ride so clean 54 when I come to the show

Deuce double O, deuce is my word, word is my derb

You fuck with the move and you'll be done with desert

[Baby Beesh]

Well now the po-po's won't leave my ass alone

I'm on the 6-10 loop by the Astro Dome

I'm in the city where them laws get tough enough

Pulled over with a pocket of that fluffy-fluff


Man, my kind I'm as pure as the snow

And my words stay way below zero

All my life I been different, niggas telling me it's cool

But partner it really isn't

[Max Minelli]

I'm coming down from the booth cause I'm sick with this

And me and Russ fin to flip down the Richmond strip

Up in Sharpstown, ma buying t's and Nikes

At the light sitting clean on d's and whites



On Ferrisberg and Wingside, in the daylight

You can bet a thug moving bud like a hay ride

Same guy, might move and turn to you

Within another boo, we be shitting in front of you

[Happy P]

Man I wasn't born here but it sure feel like home

And all across the motherfucking state we known

From Alpasso to Beaumont, you know who won fools

I'm 59 blowing smoke out the sunroof


Uh huh, we get the more down cheap in the sector

Worldwide, Wet Black like onector

It's the myates speaking different languages

Changing shit, breaking bricks in the city mix

[Low G]

Then if I will, then if I won't

Catch me running downtown in the Screwston

Them boys in the hood, yeah save make 'em noisy

I'm good with these hands I got aim with this dose


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