[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop trunk and bang, yeah I’m still here mayne
Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me and Sunnywood wedlock
Acres home my home, I’m a Northside veteran
Reppin’ H-Town, smoking sippin’ on some medicine
That ain’t nobody better than the boss when I floss
It’s Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off
[Chamillionaire:]
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carats and you looking like some caterers
And it’s looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us
Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk be bladed up
Bet you still crawling on 4’s, so they ain’t phasin’ us
In the hood I’m a grinder, wood on the vinyl
TV VCR I’m layed back with’cha momma
You ain’t never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh
Top off the drop body missin as osama
[Hook:]
Still, still breakin’ boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that’s the way a playa floss
Still breakin’ boys off
Hmm, getting money’s what I’m bout, I’m a get it while these hatas just talk
Still breakin’ boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler’s in the south
Still breakin’ boys off, boys off
Sill breakin’ boys off
And when I do it I’m a do it like a boss
Still breakin’ boys off
[Mike Jones:]
MIKE JONES!
I’m still representing H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with a lotta cars, but they don’t understand it
They said they never see ya boy, out here getting his grind on
Phantom, Bentley take ya pick I gettin’ my shine on
I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll
H-Town, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84’s and vogues and the purple drank
[Bun B:]
Yeah, it’s the city that’s slowed, the city that’s throwed
The city where them boys flip the candy painted loads
The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed and
Hustlin’ ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10-I-10-59-45 and the Belt
This Clutch City where we play what we dealt
Welcome my H-Town
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Paul Wall:]
Hustle town’s my home it’s where I do my dirt
Where the gangsta’s smoke water, with drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin’ chop blades just to break boys off
From South Park to the Southwest all the way to that nawf
I’m talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too
From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin’ on this screw, it’s choppin’ like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it’s Paul Wall what it do
[Yung Redd:]
Ha
Nomtombout?
Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
I’m blowin’ down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town or on the sunny side
I could walk these street if I was blind, nahmtalkinbout?
Yung Redd, take ya out the future
Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk, I salute
Mayne!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Lil Keke:]
H-O to the U.S., T.O. to the N
God blessed me with the million dollar Pen
See them queit money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It’s all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at him hiding
Don Ke heart of the south, slab riding
[Z-Ro:]
H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S.
We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
From the city where our stadiums drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush
If you want it we got it cause that’s not a product we don’t push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sip lean
So homie you must be touching it, if you don’t feel me (you don’t feel me)
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[M
최근 댓글