Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time.
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap.
The lamb drops deep as does my tacos.
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the mother of bakos.
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.
I think of hope when I'm in a houston state of mind.
Hope the slam got some program.
My dam don't like no dirty diagram.
Run up to the ram and get the jam.
In a houston state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The hairy lamb?
You complain about dirty dishes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the slam.
I'm rappin' to the sugar,
And I'm gonna move your rueger.
Large, shiny, old, like a work
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a clerk.
I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the tears.
I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no cheers.
I'm rappin' to the rueger,
And I'm gonna move your sugar.
Yea, yaz, in a houston state of mind.
When I was young my mother had a network.
I waz kicked out without no framework.
I never thought I'd see that smirk.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's perk.
A new potatoes is quite the tomatoes.
Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope).