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Soulful Yeah I try to keep a smile, just like Face told me Feel like it's harder every day In the middle of summer, walking with the rain I heard sometimes you gotta make the weather change for you Making joy from all the pain I guarantee a nigga did the same thing Man, this music is a getaway On the interstate, on that UGK Swishers and Dosha smoking a Garcia Vega Rolling on the Eastside to see my niggas Grew up but never distant We done been through suspensions and all these bitches We was on a mission, tryna be like Boss Hoggs Slim Thug, J-Dawg and them all Running through the block in the Buick Back and forth to the studio Back and forth round the city Making moves like a rubicks Ducking the blue and gold Been about that come up Stay up on my grind from sun up to sun up That's how niggas get it 'round my town Every hood boy's gon' do what they've gotta do to survive Letras de cancionesI'm forever in a Houston state of mind Because Eastside niggas, they don't play no games with you Four-four niggas, they don't play no games with you Fifth ward niggas, they don't play no game with you Third ward niggas, they don't play no games with you Boys in the swat, they don't play no games with you My homestead niggas, they don't play no games with you PAT niggas, they don't play no games with you H-Town niggas, won't play no games, nigga Yeah Every rapper that I see now got a double cup In the part of their song when they screw it and the slow it up This was part of the culture when I was growing up That's why I throw the H's in their face, so niggas know it's us You better know it's us, we're coming down and switching lanes The fried chicken over fried rice, ain't nothing changed Don't complain about your situation no matter what it bring You only focusing on negatives, we ain't the same Them ain't diamonds in your jewellery, you should tuck your chain Real rap is coming back, I'm guessing we to blame Limelight is looking kind of bright, so you should grab your frames Treat the music like that new Madden I had to grab the game Get it poppin' like the cops do on the street Like when they tryna' make quotas and it's the end of the week It's off topic, but why the president ain't impeached? But anyway, I'm from the 3rd Coast You know where I be Yeah It ain't hard to tell a young nigga don't smile much Ain't in the NBA, the laws flagrantly foul us I'm a Studewood nigga, I don't play those type of games I shape up my situation like it's Play-doh I'm a prophet, no false hope Dope shit for the fiends And every time you get stressed out You inhale me like nicotine Dark skinned E, the black mamba, however you wanna Resolve the situation I'm always down for the drama Niggas love it, but hated biplor feelings I'm drilling Messages in the children's cerebellum, and they feel it Fuck a ceiling, I'm on the roof dancing with the stars That shit Lilly be smoking will put a nigga on Mars No, we ain't the same cause your bitch playing mind games Guerrilla pimping, I remain in that mindframe Trill nigga, arm and hammer with the beam Ain't got nothing to lose, I'm breaking off everything Hey! From Letras Mania