Al Houta
Al Houta or Al-Hawtah (Arabic: الحوطة Al-Ḥawṭah) is a city and an area located between Ta'izz and Aden in Yemen. From the 18th to the 20th century, its rulers were of the Al-Sallami family who with, Al-Abdali, Al-Ramada, Al-Sindi and al-Aqrabi, claims relation to Ahl al-Bayt (the family of Muhammad). Houta was the capital city of Sultanate of Lahej, a protectorate of the British Empire until 1967, when the sultan was expelled and the city became a part of People's Republic of South Yemen.
History
Houta has always historically been identified as Aden's base city. Since Aden was a port city, not may Yemenis lived there, rather it was used by many foriengers as well for its location. Houta has always been one of the very fertile parts of Yemen and was nicknamed "Lahej Al Khathra", which translates to Lahej the green. This means it stood out from the rest of South Yemen which was known to be desert. In 1728 Abdulraheem Al-Sallami (member of the Al-Sallami family who migrated from Sana'a) established the Sultanate of Lahij and started his own last name after his own name. Abulraheem was shorten to Abdali. This was also to make the distinction between Al-Sallami and Abdali, since not all Al-Sallamis are Abdalis and therefore not all Al-Sallamis were considered royalty, although they enjoyed and maintain amongst the highest tribal respect. The Sultanate of Lahej remained under Al-Sallami/Abdali control until the Cold War. While the 3rd world was beginning to be recolonized economically, the Sultante collapsed in 1967 after the British withdrew from Aden leaving The Abdalis and Al-Sallamis to fight the Russian-backed communist movement. From the late 1960s until the unification of Yemen in 1990 South Yemen was under communist rule, massive amounts of lands were taken from tribes and redistributed amongst the entire population. When Ali Abdulla Saleh assumed the presidency of the new united Yemen in 1990 he returned all the land back to their rightful owners.
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The Hot Joint
by: All CityChorus/Intro: Woman
"So hot.. I'm burnin up" (4X)
[J. Mega]
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The drama shit, y'all niggas hate
But I'ma do my thing, to beat fate
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Gold brunches at one G a plate
Chorus
[Greg Valentine]
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It don't stop there, so popular I glare
Hoes stop to stare, they volunteer
To come out of their underwear
For this debonair, nigga with millionaire flair
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Ya need for a true baller severe
In my wardrobe, there's Cartier
Pierre Cardans on my Cardigans
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I conjure up a thousand ways to make me a mill
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Chorus
[J. Mega]
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Just vintage rap shit, beyond the limits
Lips splendid, money comes I spend it
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[Greg Valentine]
Yo, yo; we some slick talkin, New Yorkin
Quick walkin, chicks hawkin, pumpin our's in they walkmans
Often, sex women in the loft and show them hoes whose boss
And pussy scorchin; flossin, like fight night in Vegas
Ice sparklin like Sammy Davis
Some praise us, others player-hate us
Jealous niggas, the hell with you niggas
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