Lil' Keke

Lil' Keke - Houston's Finest lyrics

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[talking:]

Here we go, baby that's fa sho

Uh here we go, yeah

Rest In Peace DJ Screw, my nigga F-A-T P-A-T

Mafio, you know what I'm saying

Some of H-Town's finest

We gon show up and po' up, all the way till we blow up



[Lil' Keke:]

Rest In Peace, to the real DJ

Chopped & Slowed, you know the click don't play

Rolling down the strip, with the high beams on

Let 'em see the Roley, while I'm talking on the phone

Things getting better, talking bout the cheddar

Riding up on the slab, chromed out fo' letter

B-E-N, to the Z

The 500 coupe, drove by Lil' Ke

Each and every day, I'm trying to get the feddy

Thoed in the game, I got's to stay ready

H-Town finest, ice to the flo'

Southwest connect, baby that's fa sho

Better get your's, cause I'ma sho get mine

Commission rich nigga, I ain't hard to find

All about the cash, so I mash on the pedal

The S.U.C., on a whole 'nother level



[Hook:]

I say one for the money, two for living layed

I'm a real G, that got's to get paid

Hustle grind, that's all we do

Southside for life, jamming nothing but the Screw

One for the money, two for living layed

All my real G's, that love to stay paid

Hustle grind, do what you do

On the Westside, yeah them boys jam Screw



[Lil' Keke:]

Rest In Peace, to my nigga P-A

Think about my nigga, every god damn day

Back to the pad, gotta make 'em feel that

Never leave home, without the chrome plated gat

Clocking much do', cashing much green

Since day one, we been the freestyle kings

Since the start, it been a Screwed Up invention

Don't worry bout shit, I go hard representing

My niggaz is gone, but guess who holding it down

Southside for life, welcome to H-Town

The Don is back, yeah the one and only

Puffing on doja, for all my dead homies



[Hook]



[Lil' Keke:]

To the ghetto stars, trying to get that thang

Stacking chips high, this a hell of a game

Never giving up, on the shit I love

Smoking doja sipping syrup, that's the life of a thug

Rest In Peace, to a playa for real

Independent black owned, with a major deal

Avarice and Commission, nothing but addition

Leaving out the game, with a bigger position

Hustle grind, that's all we know

Show after show, plus we push snow

Stuck in the game, so I got's to win

Getting paid all night, then I do it again come on



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