Houston (Feat. City)-Slim Thug

Houston (Feat. City) - Slim Thug [** feat. Chamillionaire, Paul Wall, Mike Jones, UGK, Lil' Keke, Z-Ro, Trae, Rob G, Lil' O, Big Pokey, Mike D, Yung Redd:] [Slim Thug:] Slim Thugga, Muthaf**ka!* Now welcome to the city of game, piece & 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 Scenic wood wedlock Acres Homes my home, I'm a Nawf Side venteran Reppin' H-Town, smokin', sippin' on some medicine There ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss It's Slim Thugga Muthaf**ka, still breakin' boys off [Chamillionaire:] Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots man we looking like some caterers And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shaded up, braided up and I bet that trunk be bladed up Bet I'm still crawlin' on 4's, so they ain't fading us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vynil TV, VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh? Top on my drop missin' like 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 hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 still represent H-Town the city of the candy They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it They said they never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on Platinum Bentley take ya piggy, yeah I'm 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 now H-Town, Yeah, 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 they candy painted lows The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed And hustlin' a** D-boys got the game sold Where they sip that pint(sip that pint) 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 & the belt This clutch city where we play what we dealt Welcome to H-Town [Hook: Chamillionaire] 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 hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 [Paul Wall:] Hustletown's my home, that's where I do my dirt Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on the shirt We ride swangin', chop bladez just to break boys off From South Park to the South West all the way to that Nawf I'm talking Tidwell and Carvadale and GreensPoint too From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview We steady bangin' on that screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu Hit me on the 832, Paul Wall what it do baby!? [Yung Redd:] Hahaha Nomtombot? Purple so muddy I can bearly even drive I'm blowin' down trees like a category 5 Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny side I walk these streets if I was blind, nomtombot? Yung Redd, take ya out the future Stars imitate swear to God work the jeweler Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you To my homie Big Hawk I salute Mayne! [Hook: Chamillionaire] 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 hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 [Lil Keke:] H-O to the U-S., T-O to the N. God bless me with the million dollar pen See the grind money gangstas with they hand in the air That Sunnyside and 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 em hiding Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin' [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 kuz there's not a product we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (don't feel me) [Hook: Chamillionaire] 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 hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 D:] Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking Coming down the slab like the fo's crab walking Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah North and the south together we ball F**k that, ni**a it's a H-Town thang Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne It's Boss Hogg Carleon, ni**a named Mike D The drank man daddy, you know where to find me [Big Pokey:] State to state dawg, I got em jockin' a kid Six backin out the driveway, dropping the w**d Y'all know we do it big, like a freightpounder rig Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid Fresh to def homie, how I came in the do Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro Put ya H's up, represent ya city bro Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video [Hook: Chamillionaire] 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 hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 [Rob G:] Southwest put ya dubs up baby!, let's go! Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G It's striaght hang with thugs, jam my music slow & hold my H's up Southwest S.W.A.T. I know the real dudes that move birds I go to school early, baby blue moon turds And riding around, southwest side of my town Still reppin' my block, how ya likin me now? It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief Black and latins stackin' paper together, we stay deep It's Rob G! [Trae:] Yeahh... King Of The Streets and I roll around Houston ridin' 4's Boys better chill 'fore this throw away leave they curtains closed (lights out) I'm in a slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum Rolls Suicide make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk) They want the throne, but tell them haters that I got it locked (got it locked) I shoot em, on the west, so whatever all the way to the block (dubs up) I'm so hood it be the true definition of me Ain't no way ya speak about the H without mentioning me Tha Truth ni**a! [Hook: Chamillionaire] 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 hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 [Lil O:] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest, stop drop and roll If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll Braeswood, Woodfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane West Bellville Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change I'm so H-Town there's codiene in my blood And I done shot it out at war with the meanest of thugs And you ain't never gotta ask if that's lean in my cup I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. ni**a what! It's Lil' O homie! [Pimp C:] (RIP) Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas 90 miles away For the last fifteen years, I been reppin' my state I knew the real DJ Screw sipped grape by the case Eight's over ice straight product of the H Southside, I never was no big socializer With Bun you can talk, I f**k with the boss Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice This game a pie I don't want it all I just need a slice [Hook: Chamillionaire] 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 hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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