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Houston Calls Where To Start

So one night she phones me - I'm cornered in the living room we're speaking of impending doom. We exchange sad goodbyes - where did all the feelings go

So one night she phones me - I'm cornered in the living room we're speaking of impending doom. We exchange sad goodbyes - where did all the feelings

the old hood, somethin like yo' hood Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good So we rock it like Tracy McGrady Send it to Houston

call me frank sinatra roll with some gangsters mobsters Niggas that will take that head that you got up of ya Come on cause, dream, dream, it all started

chopped me up and slowed me down just like that Houston flow A dead man until somebody hit me with the hardest facts The Gospel hit my heart I guess that's what you call

In My Car To Fit U In So We Should Leave Da Club B4 They Start Fightin N Shootin Yeah And Wen U Make It 2 Da Crib U Can Call Ur Gurls N Tell Dem How Im

it and give me mine I'd be lyin' If I said that I stopped but i'm tryin' What you buyin'? What you need Where you at? Where you be Got the coke Got the

Where I'm from killers go dumb, usually death is the outcome Welcome to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you The streets, they really want you I'm serious

That's tight, that's right You do this right, you might have the time of ya life Dom Kennedy: Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox Where you