so houston

first i'ma open up one of these bottles

then i'ma try to open up one of these models

candy paint on my ride

styrofoam in my hand

so many speakers in the trunk

my shit sound just like the tsu band

wood grain is what i'm grabbin' on

and fat pat is what i'm jammin' on

slowed down by robert earl davis

better known dj screw

they was talkin' down in 99 now that's how all the dj's dj too

and it's not h-town

it's h-tine

we swang-and-bang babies

the boulevard is our playground

elbows and vogues

'84's or '3's

we seeing money down south 'cause that's what we supposed to see

i'm so houston

pimp c would be proud of me

fat pat would be proud of me

yeah

and i'm so houston

big moe would be proud of me

big hawk would be proud of me

i'm so houston

dj screw would be proud of me

big mello would be proud of me

yeah

and i'm so houston

wickett crickett would be proud of me

i know my momma would be proud of me

south side

north side

east side

we ride

on the west you better keep your vest

protect your chest or you will die

i know moe'll be proud of me

i jumped in the game and tried to fulfill your legacy

yeah the og's teachin' me right-ight-ight

my city

we known for sellin' drank

pints

pints

pints

pop trunk

body rock

jam screw

splash town still holdin'

what it do?

if you think something sweet

you a fool

'cause big baby gon' keep a toolie too

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i'm so houston

pimp c would be proud of me

fat pat would be proud of me

yeah

and i'm so houston

big moe would be proud of me

big hawk would be proud of me

i'm so houston

dj screw would be proud of me

big mello would be proud of me

yeah

and i'm so houston

wickett crickett would be proud of me

i know my momma would be proud of me

ayy

blowin' grass in the drop and the crop strong

slow speed

float by

and the top gone

chopped up

robert earl

not a pop song

if they ain't '84's

then i ain't home

88

610

south side

45

59

let's ride

ez tag on the beltway

nigga

gettin' ghost in the white and the foreign ain't tide

bad bitches got a nigga on the run

and these snitches keep a nigga with a gun

houston

texas

where they don't bar none

s.u.c. day one

and they call him young don

gettin' payed when ya work stay clean

h-town

yeah

i'm so 13

ice it up

pour it up

mo' lean

seven figures

eight figures

mo' cream my dream

95

it's a real hot day

ridin' slab

might as well not play

cuttin' corners in the real fresh 'ray

jammin' ro in the mo

ridin' blue over grey

yeah

my heart still in the slab line

niggas hating

but they can't have me

yeah

we ball 'til we fall

stand tall

'cause we so h-tine

h-tine

i'm so houston

pimp c would be proud of me

fat pat would be proud of me

yeah

and i'm so houston

big moe would be proud of me

big hawk would be proud of me

i'm so houston

dj screw would be proud of me

big mello would be proud of me

yeah

and i'm so houston

wickett crickett would be proud of me

i know my momma would be proud of me