Intro (Hotel Strippa/H-Town Legend) - Kato, Kato on the Track, Chamillionaire

Turnt up walking through the door

I heard she pop that pussy on the low

We got weed, we got liquor, we got hoes

So come into my room after the show

I need a hotel stripper, hotel stripper

Hotel stripper, hotel stripper

See it’s that night that Dizzy Wright become a cold as nigga

She pop pussy and pop ass, that my hotel stripper

Woah, hold up, hold up

Hold up, aye Dizzy

You know our fans must have heard that shit a million fucking times

So here’s what Imma do:

We’re gonna bring it back down South

And Imma let a true H-Town Legend speak on it for y’all

Let’s go

Been snatching hundreds out of bank rolls

Been turning corners on you fake hoes

Been super trill, in case you ain’t know

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

I’m a H-Town Legend, H-Town Legend

I’m a H-Town Legend, H-Town Legend

Kinda like Pimp, kinda like Bun

Kinda like Face and

You are now in the presence of a H-Town Legend

I made a plan and than made a skrilla

Made a movie, then made it bigger

Made the one they said was demand

Go switched the plan and became the dealer

Back when Deion, where he played the Steelers

Back when Michael created Thriller

I been trill, you can listen to Bun

And you can listen to Kirko, it wouldn’t make you triller

Sitting back in my favorite villa

Smoothie on the desk, say vanilla

Told my chick you put in work on this

It’s like the perfect mix, it would’ve made you shiver

Fake is something I can’t deliver

Shed a tear to y’all — make a river

Y’all crybabies really need to let me

Be the one to pick your new babysitter

I probably pick Casey Anthony

I hope they come take your family

I need to get my haters up

Because the haters really just a faker fan to me

I see through your fake philanthropy

A faker would hate to stand with me

They see that I’m stacking mil

But you lazy beggars wouldn’t get a stand for free

Investments, have to pardon my absence

Cuz I refuse to let your little mini wannabes talk about me in past tense

You ain’t a baller, go sit on that bench

, tell them, «That's French»

I took one percent and put it in my kitchen

Now all my tables got cash dents

Use to move crazy, like this ain’t narcotics

Nigga talk money, but they ain’t no grinders

Behind dark tents feeling like J. Prince

Every time you see me you should say, «Your highness»

Now you in the presence of the H-Town finest

The main one that made candy paint so timeless

Told me money talks, went into the vault

You could look at me and see it ain’t no silence

H-Town Legend, H-Town Legend

I’m a H-Town Legend, H-Town Legend

Kinda like Pimp, kinda like Bun

Kinda like Face and

You are now in the presence of a H-Town Legend