welcome 2 houston
Singer:slim thug
now welcome to the city of game
piece of chains and swangs
yeah i'm still here mayne
born and raised on the stead block
married to the hood me and sunnywood wedlock
smoking sippin' on some medicine
that ain't nobody better than the boss when i flow
it's slim thugga motherfuckers
plenty carrots and you looking like some caterers
and it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us
braided up and i bet that trunk you bladed up
bet you still crawling on 4's
so they ain't fainting us
in the hood i'm a grinder
tv vcr lay back with your mamma
you ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way i grind
top off the drop still listen to tomma
candy painted with the lows you can hate but that's the way we ball
getting money's what i'm bout
i'm a get it while he's in his judge talk
gotta do it for the north
got to do it for my hustler's in the south
and when i do it i'm a do it like a boss
i still represent h-town: the city of the candy
but they don't understand it
they said they never see ya boy
how you gettin' this grind on?
hannavilly take ya piggy i gettin' my shine on
i sold two million records now my paper on swoll
now the mayor of the city
home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank
it's the city that's slowed
the city where them boys get they candy painted lows
the city where they build big killer and stay blowed
hustlin' ass d-boys got the game sold
where they sip that drank and drip that paint
and drop that top and grip that grain
6-10-i-10-59-45 in the belt
this clutch city where we play what we dealt
this town's my home it's where i do my dirt
where the gangstas smoke water? we drank stains on the shirt
we ride swangin' chop blazed just to break boys off
from south park to south west how we wave to that north
i'm talking tenth wheel and carvadale and greens point two
from denport harbor to west airport all the way to channelview
we steady bangin' on this screw
it's choppin' like kung-fu
purple so muddy i can barely even drive
a blowing down trees like a category five by
southside of h-town that on the sunny side
i can walk these streets if i was blind
stars imitate swear to god work the jeweler
come on the big hogg got some roof
h-o to the u.s. t.o. till the n
god bless me with the million dollar benz
see the grind money gangstas with the hand in the air
that sunnyside in south park i was raised out there
screwed up and slowed down
keep rolling up the whole pound
pull up in the monster just look at him hiding
h.o.u.s.t.o.n. t.e.x.a.s. we going get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
from the city where i steady on drop the top
my ghetto ass is good at any hood
the white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush
if you want it we got it cause that's not a problem we don't push
we used to be the dirty south
so homie you must be touching it
roll if you don't feel me
coming down the slab like the fo's crip walking
north and the south together we ball
nigga it's a h-town thang
let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne
you know where to find me
six back and out the drive away
like a freight by the rig
got stacks full of cash where i keep the money hid
smelling like a swanger or dro
southwest put your dubs up
now welcome to the place i love
it's straight hanging the thugs
southwest why i know the real dudes and move birdies
southwest side of my towns
paper together we stay deep it's all
king of the streets and i'm rolling round houston riding fo's
boys better chill for this throw-away that they curtains closed
i ridin' slab but i'm tippin' it like a platinum rose
soon as i make the doors presidential when they decide to close
they want the don to tell the haters that i got it locked
i shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the top
i'm so hood it be the true definition of me
ain't no way ya speakers bout the h
southwest stop drop and roll
the whole hood rock n roll
i'm so h-town there's codeine in my blood
and i'm a shout it out 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. nigga what
for the last fifteen years
i knew the real dj screw sip grape by the case
eight's over ice straight product of the h
i never was so big socializer
like thug and prince civy or rome or wrice
i don't want it all i just need a slice