Slim Thug - Houston lyrics

[Verse 1 Slim Thug] Texas tatted on my arm, got Houston on my back Cause I love the city I'm from, hands up if you feel that I ball hard like a Texan, every Sunday catch me wreckin ?, code name Foster because you cant catch him And they catch them bops like Dre do Ball hard like I play too, run that back like Jay do Better come prepared when we play you We came to win, cant take a loss Aint sh** bout that H South, Team strong well break em off, lay em down then rake em out Car roof like Reliant, when the suns out I drop the top H-Town we shinin, red white and blue in that lot See you boys in the playoffs, bet you this year we on top And if you from that H like me, you already know what Im talkin bout [Hook] Im from Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3] Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back Im from Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3] Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back [Verse 2 Paul Wall] Im from that HOU TEX, non-believers get put to the d**h Then hard times, we get put to the test, but dedication turn the last to the best Stop complainin just a little bit less and start to quest on the road to success We got now and we got next, say it loud with some ba** in your chest Haters hate but now they on jock like Joseph and Quin the corners on lock I come through the line like Brian Cushing and then I cant be blocked like JJ Watt Now we on top, no more middle, like Super Mario I'm a hard hitter Cant be stopped, dont be bitter, never give up cause Im a go getter In the groupie and I wade through you, she like Toro and the whole crew In battle red or liberty white out, I might come out in the deep steel blue I thought boys knew, dont be surprised, tell them boys about Texans pride We ride for each other when we on the otherside and if you aint down dont step aside [Hook] [Verse 3 Chamillionaire] Hold up If you aint from Texas, you didnt get the message Let me give you boys a quick lesson then I swore to God to be fresh to d**h, I didnt die so time to get fresh again You know the H what Im reppin in and its like 35% Mexican And thats so ironic (why?) Every cup is like 35% beverage and 65% medicine Plenty ? for thick specimens A million fine and bad yelas and thats like 22% lesbian And in my zone what you steppin in, then I bet my fist is gone check a chin Cause that trill in Bun, and that trill is Pimp, and that trill is somethin yall never been Hit your woman and let her in to my vehicle that I never tint That brain got to be official baby, no artificial intelligence Im runnin in it like Andre, if yall aint from Houston I aint convinced Cause y'all touchdown in our city once and been rappin like you are ever since [Hook]