Houston Old Head Video (MV)

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Alright (alright)
Yeah (yeah)

Smokin' rollin' 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 sneakers 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, that Jeremy Scott and 10Deep
Bottles full of Rose, ridin' in the Benz jeep
Blowin' 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 givin' 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 f*ck, 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 bangin', kickin' harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes and 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 but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes and foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

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 rappin' trappin' in the old days
When Pac hung with Shaq before that rat-ta-ta-ta nose rings
And I'm so high I could f*ck around and grow wings
And we sippin' on somethin' purpler than Soul Plane
We sip slow, we slow swing, tip foes no 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 thang
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"

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes and foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight (yeah)
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes and foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

Ridin' round puttin' it down for my old heads (yeah)
Chunk it up, chunkin' deuce for my old head (alright)
Sittin' slow, ridin' down for my old head (yeah)
Where you niggas talkin' down on my old head? (Alright, alright)
Ridin' down, ridin' down for my old head (yeah)
Chunkin' deuce, givin' it up for my old head (yeah)
Ridin' down, ridin' 'round for my old head (alright, alright)
For my old head, for my old head

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes and foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight (yeah)
'Cause life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes and foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight