Houston Old Head

Yeah, yeah Alright Yeah [Verse 1] Smoking rolling reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up Break it, break it down, break it down so I can beat it up Where the welcome back? Where the welcome mat? My sneaker tough This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet So I can cop that Bathing Ape or Jeremy Scott or 10 Deep Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep Blowing money fast, now I'm finna think I'm Big Meech I met with my old head we sat for a while We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while I said I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time He said what's been goin' down in your New York state of mind Fine, you ever got days you feel like giving up Like how you gon' eat when this gig is up When the chips is down and the jig is up But I don't give a fuck, roll another swisher up Cause I just came here down South so I could get these pounds out And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a townhouse And my beats banging, kicking harder than a roundhouse I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out [Chorus] Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight [Verse 2] Now my old head old age bald head rogaine Code red codeine, nose red cocaine Pimpin bitches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein Gold chains afros platforms soul train And he told me 'bout that rapping trapping in the old days When Pac hung with Suge before that rat tat tat tat nose rings And I'm so high I could fuck around and grow wings And we sipping on something purpler than Soul Plane We sip slow, slow swing, tip foes, and chrome wings Told me I should head home and do my own thang Then I heard my phone rang, hold up that's my old dame Pick it up I hit you back, miss me and I miss you back She said Harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap Just don't come back flossin' 'cause that type of shit'll get you clapped [Chorus] Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight [Outro] Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight