Houston Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[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 shit 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 death 

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 bass 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 death, 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]