H-Town Kinda Day Lyrics & Tabs by Z-Ro
H-Town Kinda Day
guitar chords lyrics
You know we riding slab, with that candy paint
Dripping off the frame, down 2-88Sipping purple Sprite, mack a broad tonight
This is how we play each and every day, it's a H-Town kinda day
We don't ride 3's, only 4's
With alligator seats, same thang on my toes
If she ain't a dime, she ain't one of my hoes Since they go up in the sky, I call em heavenly do's
If the interior peeling, you ain't riding with Ro
Wood flo's sliding do's, I know you wanna roll
Screwed Up Click until it's over, I put that on my soul Black candy paint and swangas, cause your nigga so cold
It's the high life, I don't need no dro
Spending money chasing a high, niggaz can't keep no dough
Rather spend it on some swangas, and a fresh set of 4's Twenty sets of those, ain't even what I see at my shows Back in the day, me and Thugger had beef together Now we Bentley back to back, we share the streets together Gon' be alligator, under my ass cheeks forever Candy wet as a sherm head, it's gon' leak forever
Thug boss, show up and show out It's Sunday in the city, time to pull the load out
I hit up my Hoggs, time to pull out them dogs Swerving side to side, ain't worried bout them laws Smoking on that Cali topless, broads bopping Chunking deuces up, but I ain't stopping Paint dripping, no mo' purp sipping Boys getting knocked up for drank, y'all tripping No cases, I'm with the bad bitch with the braces Bout to head back, to one of my places Give a thug love, then I might hit up the club No VIP, I'm at the bar posted up Pocket full of money, laughing at them dummies Too drunk to notice, that I'm leaving with they honies
Thug's life, yeah that's how the Boss play Different chick different day, down here we say
Thug boss, show up and show out It's Sunday in the city, time to pull the load out
I hit up my Hoggs, time to pull out them dogs Swerving side to side, ain't worried bout them laws Smoking on that Cali topless, broads bopping Chunking deuces up, but I ain't stopping Paint dripping, no mo' purp sipping Boys getting knocked up for drank, y'all tripping No cases, I'm with the bad bitch with the braces Bout to head back, to one of my places Give a thug love, then I might hit up the club No VIP, I'm at the bar posted up Pocket full of money, laughing at them dummies Too drunk to notice, that I'm leaving with they honies
Thug's life, yeah that's how the Boss play Different chick different day, down here we say
Mayonnaise and mustard, that's how I roll
I bet you never seen a black Bentley, on 4's
Yeah the 300 got suicide, and Lamborghini do's Like the wipers watermelon, that my pimping get chose
Six by nine's, like Kirk Franklin wire
You say I don't look clean in this thang, you a liar
Huh, wood grain what I'm holding on And y'all already know, what I'm rolling on
Swangas, swangas, swangas S-W-A-N-G-E-R These are the gorilla pokers, these ain't bars
If you ain't got em on your ride, it's just another car When we riiide North East West and Southsiiiide
Couldn't be a buster, if I tried
H-Town niggaz, so liiiive
Dripping off the frame...
This is how we play...
It's a H-Town kinda day
