(Intro)
Paul Wall in this motherf**er
We like to welcome yall to motherf**in Texas
Feel like uh… H Town that is
(Verse)
Welcome to Texas, 3rd time, with Paul Wall it’s going down
I keep em down, man keep my 9
My diamonds shine, I keep em lined
Wreckin sh** like it’s ‘99
That’s how we do it in the H Town
f** it, I’mma gonna slow it down
Pa** the 4, po it now
I’m still here, haters in the rear
Anytime that disappear
Old school, plenty coasts are clear
Still countin, sittin outside
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Yellow ballin, I’m a shining star
Yall n***as is falling
Them bad b**hes still calling,
Went from 4’s to Rrari growlin
Crawlin a** on the highway, I get high every day
I stay fly every day
f** your b**h in every way
H Town, that’s where I’ll stay
Still reppin like I used to
Still actin like I used to
Still stuntin like I used to
Still coming through something new
Like I done the last 10+
Ya n***as alright but you ain’t us
Switch V12’s, eat my dust
I’m hoggin, back from Texas, just came from New Orleans
I’ve been doin this sh** so long
Man, I’m so tired of balling
(Hook)
We be tippin, codeiine sippin, never trippin, we just getting money
South Park, 5th ward, mo’ city acres home
Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up
We be tippin, codeine sippin, never trippin, we just getting money
South-west, homestead, greenspoint, yella stone
Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up
(Verse)
b**h I’m thrown, sideways like Pacquaio
Broads wanna wipe me down like a paper towel
I’m at the gallery, followed by kush cloud
Paper stacked, I look to pow so I buy what I want just like a growl
Pull up and that engine growling
Valet in that penny dropper
Slim Thugger right behind me in the traffic stopper
I’m the frenchies, drive through in the Maserati
These boys talkin full of sh** like a Porter party
Hold up, I’m sittin crookin on chrome
Blowin stank, I’m stack a bank, handsfree phone
Sippin paint, my Sprite paint, my jury ain’t no wrong
If you talkin down on the Texans better leave me the f** alone
My money long, that’s way I know
Just look at the sh** I’m ownin
I got too much money to make than to be worryin bout F’in a b**h a bone
My mind gone, my top blown, I’m throwed
My drink cold, my dank rolled, my bank roll is wow
(Hook)
We be tippin, codeine sippin, never trippin, we just getting money
South Park, 5th ward, mo’ city acres home
Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up
We be tippin, golden sippin, never trippin, we just getting money
South-west, homey stay green, pouring yella stone
Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up