Slim Thug - Welcome 2 Houston lyrics

[Slim Thug:] Slim Thugga, Motherf**er! Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains & swangs Pop trunk & bang, yeah I'm still here mayne Born & raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood me & Sunnywood wedlock n***as way my home, I'm an outside veteran Reppin' H-Town, smokin' sippin' on some medicine That ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss It's Slim Thugga Motherf**ers, still breakin' boys off. [Chamillionaire:] Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carats & you lookin' like some caterers And it's lookin' like you haters & you fakes is immatatin' us Shadied up, bradied up & I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawlin' 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 wit your mama You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind Top off the drop still listen in the summer. [Hook:] Still, still breakin' boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gla** you can hate but that's the way a player floss Still breakin' boys off Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's 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 representin' H-Town the city of the candy They see me with alot of cars, but they don't understand it They said they never see you boy, out here gettin' his grind on Platinum finna take your pick I gettin' my shine on I sold 2 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 & 4's & 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 lows The city where they blow big k**er & stay blowed Hustlin' a** D-boys got the game sold Where they sip that drank & drip that paint And drop that top & grip that grain (hold up) 6-10-I-10-59-45 & the Belt This Clutch City where we play what we dealt Welcome my H-Town. [Hook: Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin' boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gla** you can hate but that's the way a player floss Still breakin' boys off Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's 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. [Paul Wall:] This town's my home it's where I do my dirt Where the gangsta's smoke water, we drank stains on the shirt We ride swangin' chop blazed just to break boys off From South Park to the Southwest all the way to that nouf I'm talkin' 10th wheel & Crawfordale & Greenspoint too From Denport Harvard to West Airport all the way to Channelview We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu Hit me on the 832, it's Paul Wall what it do. [Yung Redd:] Nomtombout? Purple so muddy I can barely even drive I'm blowin' down trees like a Category 5 Southside of H-Town or on a sunny side I could walk these streets if I was blind. Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yung Redd, take you out the future Stars imitate swear to God work the chiller 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 gla** you can hate but that's the way a player floss Still breakin' boys off Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's 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. [Lil Keke:] H O to the U.S. T.O. to the N God bless me with the million dollar Benz See the grind money gangsta's with they hand in the air That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there This is H-Town, screwed up & slowed down It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin' Don Ke heart of the south, slab ridin'. [Z-Ro:] H.O.U.S.T.O.N. T.E.X.A.S. We gon' get it & 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 a** is good at any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codiene & the cigarello is for the kush If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product that we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sip lean So homey you must be touchin' it, roll if you don't feel me. [Hook: Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin' boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gla** you can hate but that's the way a player floss Still breakin' boys off Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's 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 D:] Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talkin' Comin' down the slab like the 4's crip walkin' Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah North & the south together we ball f** that, n***a it's a H-Town thing Let me see you touch the sky if your feelin' me mayne It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, n***a that Mike D The drank man daddy, you know where to find me. [Big Pokey:] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid 6 backin' out the driveway, droppin' the wig Y'all know we do it big, like a freight... Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid Fresh to d**h homie, how I came in the do' Prada shades on, smellin' like a swanger or dro Put'cha H'es up, represent cha city bro Countin' money, iced out, like I'm in a video. [Hook: Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin' boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gla** you can hate but that's the way a player floss Still breakin' boys off Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's 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. [Rob G:] Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go! Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow & hold my H's up Southwest swat I know the real dudes & move birdies I go to school early, baby blue Moon Jersey Ridin' around, southwest side of my town Still Reppin' My Block, How Your Likin' Me Now It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief, black & west stack Paper together we stay deep it's all... [Trae:] Yeah! King Of The Streets & I'm rollin' round Houston ridin' 4's Boys better chill for this throw-away leave they curtains closed I ridin' slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum rose Soon as I make the doors presidental when they decide to close They want the Don to tell them haters that I got it locked I shoot 'em up the west so whenever all the way to the top I'm so hood it be the Truth, definition of me Ain't no way your speakers about the H, without mentionin' me. We the truth, n***a! [Hook: Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin' boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gla** you can hate but that's the way a player floss Still breakin' boys off Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's 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. [Lil' O:] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Ayyo I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop & roll If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood Rock 'N' Roll Braeswood, Woolfair, Clear Creek, Spice Lane West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood And I'm a shouted down a war with the meanest of thugs And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup. I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. n***a what? It's Lil' O, homie. [Pimp C:] Naw I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state I knew the real D.J. Screw sip grape by the case 8's over ice straight product of the H Southside, I never was no big socializer With Bun you can talk, I f** with the boss Like Thug & Prince Civy or Rome or Wrice This game a pie I want it all so give me a slice. [Hook: Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin' boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gla** you can hate but that's the way a player floss Still breakin' boys off Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's 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.