TOW DOWN

TOW DOWN - Country Rap Tune lyrics

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(feat. Big Pokey, H.A.W.K., Joe Slaughter)

[H.A.W.K talking]

H-Town

Takin da game to anotha level

Rappin the country western

Texas 2 steppin

H-A-W-K

Pokey

Towdown

It's about to go down

Boy trendsetta

I need to let these people know that Towdown is a trendsetta maan!

[Verse 1: Towdown]

I'm from the land of longhorn and cattle

We ride leather and wood

Seatbelts with saddles

Chrome wagon wheel carriages with candy paint

From the tumbling weed we been blowin dank

From sun up to sun down

I lost that blood that's cold

I'm 100 for 100

6 shooters let em know

My duro stay lit

My peeps be shinin

Wanted dead red posters all ova the city I been robbin

Ain't no decidin when I'm ridin

I'm sluggin the chain

Southside strangler rangler

Draw arm and stranger

The days are hot and long

The nights are restless

All my ex's live in the best little whore house in Texas

The devil's ridin dirty from Georgia to Tooasis

I'm not Garth Brooks but I got friends in low places

Howlin South is 1

Packin gats and stackin 1's

Gotta know when to walk away

And know when to run

[Chorus: Joe Slaughter]

The Dirty South is what it's about

Poin up smokin out

Keepin it hot like the middle of June

It's the Texas Tycoons makin country rap tunes

The Dirty South is what it's about

Poin up smokin it out

Keepin it hot like the middle of June

It's the Texas tycoons makin country rap tunes

[Verse 2: H.A.W.K.]

I'm Houston's best kept secret

Uncut and raw

On this country western rap

Take 10 steps then draw

1 of da coldest you ever saw

And border outlaw

Watch me shred this track like a Texas chainsaw

Use adjectives and nouns

Sippin drank blowin punds

And all the drugs I intake courtesy of Towdown

Whoa now!

I represent the Dirty South

White cup in my hand

Philly blunt in my mouth

Bout to turn this party out

It's the H-A-W-K

Mr. ballin parlay

And smoke my life away

H-Town superstar

Sippin soda mixed with barre

Thought you never hear my lyrics over a bass guitar

My horses are cars

With a V 12 motor

And my wagon is a 4.6 Range Rover

The game is over

Settin them trends

Now this country western rap is officially in

[Chorus: Joe Slaughter]

[x1]

[Verse 3: Big Pokey]

They say Down South is what it's about

We eatin beans and rice in the pots is what we got

We got grease baby

We got chicks and dirty tricks baby

And that hydro is what we blow baby

I spits the real

Stay dress to kizzill

From head to heel

Getting my shine on

I'm like a chandelier

Parlay nigga at the park with a can of beer

Wearin tight jeans

With a mouth full of Scope

Cold as a ice berg mouth full of gold

Rap game John Wayne

We did it befo

A Texas Tycoon plus a freestlye pro

Fo sho Down South

Them hoes is thicka

The slicka the wicka

The hydro to the liquor

Still my nigga it's hotta then June

Ya love it when we spittin on the Country Rap Tune

[Chorus: Joe Slaughter]

[x2]

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