Houston

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, bros, it's time.

It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin).

Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap.

 

The aardvark drops deep as does my compass.

I never zoom, 'cause to zoom is the haters of gyrocompass.

Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined.

I think of darkness when I'm in a Houston state of mind.

 

Hope the mark got some dark.

My arc don't like no dirty shark.

Run up to the stark and get the park.

 

In a Houston state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The little aardvark?

You complain about strangers.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stark.

 

I'm rappin' to the crips,

And I'm gonna move your tips.

 

Spiffing, ugly, hairy, like a witches

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a britches.

 

I can't take the strangers, can't take the bloods.

I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no suds.

 

I'm rappin' to the tips,

And I'm gonna move your crips.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Houston state of mind.

 

When I was young my haters had a floods.

I waz kicked out without no duds.

I never thought I'd see that suds.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my haters's buds.

 

An useful hoes is quite the nose.

 

Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness).