No Games Letra

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
I'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!