Trae Tha Truth - Welcome 2 Houston lyrics

[Verse 1: Slim Thug] 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 Scenic Woods wedlock Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss It's Slim Thugga motherf**er, still breaking boys off [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Got plenty cheese plenty carats, man we looking like some caterers And its looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh? Top of my drop still missin' as Osama [Hook: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off) [Verse 3: Mike Jones] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin his grind on Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now H-town, home of the candy paint Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank [Verse 4: Bun B] Yeh this the city thats slow, the city thats thowed The city where the boys flip the candy painted low The city where they blow big k**a and stayed blowed Hustling a** D-boys got the game sewed And sip that paint (sip that paint) 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 da belt This Clutch City but we play what we delt Reppin the H-Town [Hook] [Verse 5: Paul Wall] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt Where the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall wat it do baby [Verse 6: Yung Redd] (Heheh, nahmtawkinbout?) Purple so muddy I can barely even drive Stay blowin down trees like a Category 5 Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout? Yung Reedd, take ya out the future Stars imitate swear to God I was a j**ler Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you To my homie Big Hawk, I salute MAYNE!!! [Hook] [Verse 7: Lil Keke] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N God blessed me with the million dollar pen See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air That Sunny Side 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 him hiding Don Ke' heart of the south, slab riding [Verse 8: 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 pa** is good in any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush If you want it we got it cause there's not a product we dont 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 (you don't feel me) [Hook] [Verse 9: Mike D] Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah North and the south together we ball f** that, n***a its a H-Town thang Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne Its Boss Hogg Corleone, n***a that Mike D The drank man daddy, you know where to find me [Verse 10: Big Pokey] State to state dawg, I got em jockin the kid 6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig Yall know we do it big, like a freightliner rig 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, smelling like a swanger of dro Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video [Hook] [Verse 11: Rob G] (Talking) 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 and hold my H's up Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey Riding around, southwest side of my towm Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep It's Rob G! [Verse 12: Trae] Cheyah! King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin 4's Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out) I'm in the slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum Rolls Suicide make the door presidential when they decide to close (real talk) They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked) I shoot em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up) I'm so hood it be the true definition of me Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me Tha Truth, n***a! [Hook] [Verse 13: 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 Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood And I done shout it out at war with 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 Its Lil O Homie [Verse 14: Pimp C] Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away For the last 15 years, I been reppin my state I knew the real DJ Screw sip 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** with the boss Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice This game a pie I dont want it all I just need a slice [Hook]