Paul Wall - b**h I'm From Texas lyrics

[Intro: Trae] Chyeah, 'knowmtalmbout? You ain't sh** if you ain't screwed up, fo' real [Verse 1: Z-Ro, (Trae) & Both] Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw We say know'm saying and what it do? (And if a n***a don't like it, tell them b**hes I rep Texas Topless, in the slab I come thru) Elbow and Vogues and expensive clothes Candy-paint our cars, big booties on our hoes (Got diamonds in our mouth, still represent the south Put the truck up b**h, I'm swanging four's) I sip codeine out the styrofoam 27-10 is the kinda grind on I ain't ever love a b**h, so I'm riding alone Prol'ly when them n***as ain't on the kind of shine I'm on Big dully trucks with the big rims And the Cadillac with the fifth wheel (We from the hood and we keep steel If you try to jack them you're gonna get k**ed) I don't wear my britches tight, I wear them loose Active Athlete for all my footwear, homie I got too many shoes I'm the man in my city, tell them n***as I won't lose Cross that path, and my n***a Hawk We still gon' chunk the deuce [Hook: Trae] You can find me in the hood in the city that I claim Moving slow, like the music that I bang, screwed-screwed up! b**h I'm from Texas, yeah, b**h I'm from Texas b**h I'm from Texas, yeah, b**h I'm from Texas Gla-gla** underneath, beatin'-beatin', my block Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain fulla rocks b**h I'm from Texas, yeah, b**h I'm from Texas b**h I'm from Texas, yeah, b**h I'm from Texas [Verse 2: Paul Wall] You can find me in H-o-u-s-t-o-n, ridin' in Candy trim, on pokey rims, with a ten, and her friend Trae tha Truth, ridin' right behind Two cups full and I'm on my grind Talkin' dine, respect my mind I'll show you boys how Texas get down Rolex time, top lift back On my nuts, cause I got that sack Papered up to the roof, it stacked Hoes wanna hate but it don't mean jack Wheres there's money that's where I'm at That Texas grind, that's all I know Bangin' screw and drankin' Big Moe Basically get that dough, bro [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Northside, where the boss ride E'ry day I got play outside (huh?) Leavin' them haters mouth wide Can't be denied when they see me slide Through the hood like I live there sh**, I got a few cribs there All my G's still chill there We barbecuin' them ribs there (huh? What?) Smoke blunts and sip punch Like its lunch, every day we do it Listenin' to nothin but Texas music Perfect match for that good fluid Find me in the hood, in the city I claim Everybody down in H-town know me mayne It ain't a choice, I can't change I'mma rep the north like I g**n (Thugga) [Hook] [Verse 4: Kirko Bangz] Uhh, I gotta bad a** b**h, parked outside Yella diamond my wrist, if it's dark outside Pull a lil' b**h then I catch ghost Just a lil' kid from the ghetto Never had sh** but I got a lil' bit When I got a couple hits under this belt Throw a H up, n***a, I ain't tryna belch or nothin' Ain't got a whole lotta money but I'm wealthy money I sip a whole lottta drank but I'm healthy mami Daddy was cool, but he couldn't really tell me nothin' Uhh! Everybody think a n***a lucked up Young Kirko, he done blew up From the H-town, n***a what's up? [Verse 5: Bun B] I'm Port Author, Texas, let's get that straight off the top That's where the hustlin' and grindin' and the hatin' don't stop From the westside to east, we out here duckin' them cops And coming dine, candy paint, on them motherf**in' chops It's the land of the trill, that's where the whole thang came from And it just a word, or where a rapper get his name from It's a way of life, and we live to the fullest For years, we represent it with blood sweat and bullets Ho, I'm from Texas! [Hook]