Hometown - Chamillionaire

Hmmmmmmm, in that h-tooowwn

That’s where the trunks go up

And the drop tops be coming down, coming doooown

See other women look good

But without you it ain’t the same, ain’t the sammme

Girl you be looking so good

On the hood of my candy thang.

candy thang

Candy thannng

Hmmmmmm, hmmmm

Ladies watchin me, (watch me)

Drop my top and she (and she)

Looking good so I’m gon spit my game

Boopers watchin me, (I see)

Screwed and chopped cd, (cd)

That’s how it go down in that h-town mayne

Tippin down, popped up, yuhhh

Gotta hit that frenchies chicken

Gotta hit that bulldrose

Cause I gotta stay full it takes hard work when you working these new vogues

Ya’ll living on pluto

That car ain’t even fresh

My dick too big, my car gotta stretch need a slab you can’t compress

And the dash look like a desk, so pull ya rulers out

And when I pull out the garage just say the rulers out

Don’t act like you the south, cause you ain’t nowhere near it

I’m the mixtape god making all your brauds catch the holy spirit

Amen

I seed out the face

They tryed to knock our taste

Then they tried to take it

Now it looks like they came out my state

Police watch me plates

Screwed and chopped the tape

Gotta let my top deflate

And now my 5th is bout to scrape

As I watch her body twinkling

She can tell just what I’m thinking

I’m a get her so wet up till her neck

Cause she probbaly think she’s sinking

When the kush get hot it’s stinking

Cause these boys be out here banking

Putting racks on racks will have ben franlkin looking like he planking, h-town

Yeah, yeah, it’s just Ciroc in the cooler,

Not a day off but I’m still Ferris Bueller.

Winners never lose so how dare you confuse us,

They quote what I spit like Confucius.

He say, She say rumors all day,

The rap game is high school and life’s a hallway.

Like what click you in, the Beamer or the Benz,

The Bentley or the Lambo,

Like here we going again.

Don’t sit at my table VIP I got this,

If you ain’t poppin champagne after every game then don’t pop shit.

Homecoming queen, with my picture in her locket,

But I know what’s up with her hands in my pockets.

(Money)

They love me cause my Swag is so Jockish,

Freshman year, sought a ring like I’m boxin'.

You voted most likely to never-ever top this,

I’m Michael Jordan;

Dennis Rodman’s… in my hometown

I seed out the face

They tried to knock our taste

They tried to take now it

Now it looks like they came out my state

Police watch my plates

Screwed and chopped the tape

Gotta let my top deflate

And now my 5th is bout to scrape

See other women look good

But without you it ain’t the same (ain't the same)

Girl you be looking so good

On the hood of my candy thang (candy thang)