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[Slim Thug:] 

Slim Thugga, Muthafucka! 

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Now welcome to the city of game, piece & 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 wood wedlock 

Acres Homes my home, I'm a Nawf Side venteran 

Reppin' H-Town, smokin', sippin' on some medicine 

There ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss 

It's Slim Thugga Muthafucka, still breakin' boys off 

[Chamillionaire:] 

Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots man we looking like some caterers 

And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us 

Shaded up, braided up and I bet that trunk be bladed up 

Bet I'm still crawlin' on 4's, so they ain't fading us 

In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vynil 

TV, VCR lay back with'cha momma 

You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh? 

Top on my drop missin' like Osama 

[Hook:] 

Still, still breakin boys off 

Hmm, candy painted with the gloss 

You can hate but that's the way a playa floss 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 still represent H-Town the city of the candy 

They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it 

They said they never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on 

Platinum Bentley take ya piggy, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on 

I sold two million records now my paper on swoll 

Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll now 

H-Town, Yeah, home of the candy paint 

Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank 

[Bun B:] 

Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed 

The city where them boys flip they candy painted lows 

The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed 

And hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold 

Where they sip that pint (sip that pint) 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 & the belt 

This clutch city where we play what we dealt 

Welcome to H-Town 

[Hook: Chamillionaire] 

Still, still breakin boys off 

Hmm, candy painted with the gloss 

You can hate but that's the way a playa floss 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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:] 

Hustletown's my home, that's where I do my dirt 

Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on the shirt 

We ride swangin', chop bladez just to break boys off 

From South Park to the South West all the way to that Nawf 

I'm talking Tidwell and Carvadale and GreensPoint too 

From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview 

We steady bangin' on that screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu 

Hit me on the 832, Paul Wall what it do baby!? 

[Yung Redd:] 

Hahaha 

Nomtombot? 

Purple so muddy I can bearly even drive 

I'm blowin' down trees like a category 5 

Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny side 

I walk these streets if I was blind, nomtombot? 

Yung Redd, take ya out the future 

Stars imitate swear to God work the jeweler 

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 gloss 

You can hate but that's the way a playa floss 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 pen 

See the grind money gangstas with they hand in the air 

That Sunnyside 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 em hiding 

Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin' 

[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 pass is good in any hood, any block they got 

The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush 

If you want it, we got it kuz there's not a product we don't 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 (don't feel me) 

[Hook: Chamillionaire] 

Still, still breakin boys off 

Hmm, candy painted with the gloss 

You can hate but that's the way a playa floss 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 Third Ward talking 

Coming down the slab like the fo's CRIP walking 

Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah 

North and the south together we ball 

Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang 

Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne 

It's Boss Hogg Carleon, nigga named Mike D 

The drank man daddy, you know where to find me 

[Big Pokey:] 

State to state dawg, I got em jockin' a kid 

Six backin out the driveway, dropping the weed 

Y'all know we do it big, like a freightpounder rig 

Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid 

Fresh to def homie, how I came in the do 

Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro 

Put ya H's up, represent ya city bro 

Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video 

[Hook: Chamillionaire] 

Still, still breakin boys off 

Hmm, candy painted with the gloss 

You can hate but that's the way a playa floss 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 ya dubs up baby!, let's go! 

Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G 

It's striaght hang with thugs, jam my music slow & hold my H's up 

Southwest S.W.A.T. I know the real dudes that move birds 

I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey 

And riding around, southwest side of my town 

Still reppin' my block, how ya likin me now? 

It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief 

Black and latins stackin' paper together, we stay deep 

It's Rob G! 

[Trae:] 

Yeahh... 

King Of The Streets and I roll around Houston ridin' 4's 

Boys better chill 'fore this throw away leave they curtains closed (lights out) 

I'm in a slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum Rolls 

Suicide make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk) 

They want the throne, but tell them haters that I got it locked (got it locked) 

I shoot em, on the west, so whatever all the way to the block (dubs up) 

I'm so hood it be the true definition of me 

Ain't no way ya speak about the H without mentioning me 

Tha Truth nigga! 

[Hook: Chamillionaire] 

Still, still breakin boys off 

Hmm, candy painted with the gloss 

You can hate but that's the way a playa floss 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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! 

Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest, stop drop and roll 

If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll 

Braeswood, Woodfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane 

West Bellville Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change 

I'm so H-Town there's codiene in my blood 

And I done shot it out at war with the meanest of thugs 

And you ain't never gotta ask if that's lean in my cup 

I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what! 

It's Lil' O homie! 

[Pimp C:] (RIP) 

Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas 90 miles away 

For the last fifteen years, I been reppin' my state 

I knew the real DJ Screw sipped 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 fuck with the boss 

Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice 

This game a pie I don't want it all I just need a slice 

[Hook: Chamillionaire] 

Still, still breakin boys off 

Hmm, candy painted with the gloss 

You can hate but that's the way a playa floss 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk 

Still breakin boys off 

Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz 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 

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