Joseph Jones - King Of H-Town Lyrics

Wood Grain Grippin, Never Slippin
Still Tippin, Still Pimpin
H-Town so I'm still whippin
Lambo with the paint drippin
Ice cold with the finger whippin
In H-Town we ain't ever slippin
In H-Town, I ain't ever slippin
Huh

I'm the King of H-Town
Know your boy hold it down
Keeping haters at bay
I'm the King with the Crown
I'm the King of H-Town
I'm the King of H-Town
Know your boy hold it down
I'm the King of H-Town

Round Texas
Big flexin
Big chains
Johnny Dang
With the necklace
In the great state of Texas
Haters hate cause they jealous
Parklin lot'll get reckless
It ain't nothin they can tell us
It ain't nothin they can tell us
Haters hate cause they jealous
In the great state of Texas
Where we known to get reckless

Watcha know about I-45
Watcha know about 610
Watcha know about the beltway
Switchin lanes and never drive straight
Watcha know about a double cup
Or a styrofoams thats we pourin up
That was Swisha House when I was growin up
Hold Up
Back it up

And just so you know
The system its broke
Its really a joke
I was locked up
Nowhere to go
Nothin to do
But to stand my toes
H-Town reppin
You know how we roll
Know how we move
Keep it on go
Knockin down doors
Pushin the line
Beating the post

They all just like to hate
But I don't care what they say
God Is Good, God is Great
I don't care what they say
They can never equate
They just like to underrate
They just all like to hate
Thank you Lord for today
Diamonds all up in they face
Now Im flyin, state to state
Putin food up on the plate
God is good , God is great
I don't care what they say
Thank You Lord For Today

If you need it, I got it
I'ma keep stacking deposits
Pray to the Lord cause I know he got it
What is the mission, tell him I'm bout it
He keep the money , up in my pockets
Back to Stacking up deposits
Money all up in my wallet
If you need it then I got it
If you need it then I got it

Bills pillin
Friends phony
Want my oscar
Want my tony

All the haters
Stay up on me
But I'm gone
Never own me
One and only
You can't clone me
Lotta friends, lotta homies
Some friends, some phony
Testimony
Down and lonely
Now they calling
Now they on me
I ain't messing with no phonies
Movin fast like a pony
Sellin music like I'm Sony
Eatin good never bony
Mix it in macaroni
Servin all these Pepperonis
Talk is cheap like bologne
Pay me all my alimony
I'm the King, one and only
I'm the King, one and only

I'm the King of H-town
Know ya boy hold it down
Babyjoe hold it down