Текст песни HOUSTON TRIBUTE - Tobe Nwigwe

HOUSTON TRIBUTE

Yeah, dubs up, neva down, yeah, it’s ya boy Big Tob\nThe Barbie Jeep got a young playa gettin' chose\nTick tick boom, I’m the bomb, just explode\nIf you want the classic I’m' bout to let it go, ya know, fo' sh'\nUh-huh, look here\nI’ma put purpose in they heads like (Man)\nTurn a pony to a thoroughbred like (Man)\nCan’t see the light if you in the shed like (Man)\nAnd you empty if you only eat bread like (Man)\n«Igbo kwenu, hey», hold it down for tradition\nFine boy, no pimple, don’t forget to mention\nI get it get it get it 'cause I like repetition\nFlow with precision 'cause Dogface in prison\nFrom the school of hard-knocks where yo' life is tuition\nMoney, pistols, weed, and OGs was religion\nSnitches get stitches, therefore no conviction\nI got that fire, first name should be pistons\nI eat tracks, don’t need dietitians\nAnd I go hard, don’t need intermission\n«Gini Bu Nkpa Gi?" — that’s my coalition\nHow you got 20/20 still ain’t got no vision?\nKey in ignition, this beat I’m drivin'\nPresidential flow, presidente presidin'\nNever make it to your destination joyridin'\nMy flow and stupidity be collidin'\nNo grease on my back, baby, no back-slidin'\nHard to see the light when ya livin' in hidin'\nAt the top where E.T.A. is residin'\nCan’t see addition when yo' life is dividin'\nHold up, yo. Yeah, there you go. Yeah, witch that up, let me talk to them real\nquick. Shout out to everybody on the west. Southwest east of Texas that is.\nYou feel me? Yeah.\nNow this «Bleedin Down The Block Knockin' Pictures Off The Wall»\nI used to be the one knockin' britches off the broads\nI lost some cats, I had to dig some ditches for my dogs\nI told my partners hold ya head, you know it’s glitches in the law\nMan, I’m leaving boys in awe, this ain’t Monday, but I’mrae\nWhen I flow you should applaud, my flow cold, I need to thaw\nAll my family is abroad, showin' naked Mardi Gras\nMan, if I ain’t got the juice you best believe I got the straw\nTake a sip, I swear my trunk is bangin' like a crip\nThang hangin' on the back while they swangin', that’s the 5th\nI’m knockin' haters off my list, I’m bald-faded with the clip\nFrom the SWAT, don’t trip, them boys got bangers on they hip\nMan, I’m smashing off the rip, ain’t nobody in my bracket\nI’m waitin' on the main event, I swear this beat is practice\nBoys slept on me, they done played me like a mattress\nBut in a couple years I’m finna be known cross the atlas\nSwitch it up, yeah. Alright. Yeah. Okay. I’m finna just grove to this one a\nlittle bit. Yeah. Yeah.\nA-a-a-achoo, I’m allergic to average\nNo macho, I’m a young black savage\nMy hood full of kings, all we need is a palace\nMy content phenomenal, and so is my package\nMy flow is fantastic, you broke? Tragic\nSee it, grab it, want it, have it\nThis beat is classic, I have to crash it\nMy purpose Jurassic, I’m «Mr. Bombastic»\nFresh out the plastic, that means I’m fresh\nFresh out the church house, that means I’m blessed\nI flow for the stressed, I don’t flow to impress\nBut I can’t produce what I don’t possess\nLook, shower with zest\nBrush my teeth with crest\nS-Dubb-A-T, that’s my address\nSleep is for suckers, I just need rest\nAnd I learned to fly, I jumped smooth out the nest\nNow I’m soarin', man, roarin', man\nIn a couple years I’m in a foreign van\nJust to scoop up the little kids in the hood\nAnd show 'em even when it’s all bad, it’s all good\nLook, my flow should be honored every day\nDeaf people feel me, can’t hear what I say\nR.I.P. Screw, Rayface, and D. K\nAnd if my words are light I hope you find your way\nLand of the free, home of the brave\nAnd I’m from the city where we pop trunk and wave\nIt’s ballistic, my flow specific\nFor me to lose, I refuse, Urban Mystic\nMy flow sadistic, but it’s still classy\nEights, nines, and dimes, if you saved then get at me\nC done contact me, told me start grindin'\nSkin black as coal, but inside I’m a diamond\nThat’s why I’m shinin', why? It’s a must\nIf ain’t no God, why every dollar say in «In God We Trust»?\nShow some respect, I’m from the West\nCrash dummy flow, all I do is wreck