Houston-Slim Thug/Paul Wall/Chamillioanire

[Verse 1 Slim Thug] Texas tatted on my arm, got Houston on my back Cause I love the city I'm from, hands up if you feel that I ball hard like a Texan, every Sunday catch me wreckin ?, code name Foster because you cant catch him And they catch them bops like Dre do Ball hard like I play too, run that back like Jay do Better come prepared when we play you We came to win, cant take a loss Aint sh*t bout that H South, Team strong well break em off, lay em down then rake em out Car roof like Reliant, when the suns out I drop the top H-Town we shinin, red white and blue in that lot See you boys in the playoffs, bet you this year we on top And if you from that H like me, you already know what Im talkin bout [Hook] Im from Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3] Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back Im from Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3] Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back [Verse 2 Paul Wall] Im from that HOU TEX, non-believers get put to the death Then hard times, we get put to the test, but dedication turn the last to the best Stop complainin just a little bit less and start to quest on the road to success We got now and we got next, say it loud with some bass in your chest Haters hate but now they on jock like Joseph and Quin the corners on lock I come through the line like Brian Cushing and then I cant be blocked like JJ Watt Now we on top, no more middle, like Super Mario I'm a hard hitter Cant be stopped, dont be bitter, never give up cause Im a go getter In the groupie and I wade through you, she like Toro and the whole crew In battle red or liberty white out, I might come out in the deep steel blue I thought boys knew, dont be surprised, tell them boys about Texans pride We ride for each other when we on the otherside and if you aint down dont step aside [Hook] [Verse 3 Chamillionaire] Hold up If you aint from Texas, you didnt get the message Let me give you boys a quick lesson then I swore to God to be fresh to death, I didnt die so time to get fresh again You know the H what Im reppin in and its like 35% Mexican And thats so ironic (why?) Every cup is like 35% beverage and 65% medicine Plenty ? for thick specimens A million fine and bad yelas and thats like 22% lesbian And in my zone what you steppin in, then I bet my fist is gone check a chin Cause that trill in Bun, and that trill is Pimp, and that trill is somethin yall never been Hit your woman and let her in to my vehicle that I never tint That brain got to be official baby, no artificial intelligence Im runnin in it like Andre, if yall aint from Houston I aint convinced Cause y'all touchdown in our city once and been rappin like you are ever since [Hook]