[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
We born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock
Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran
Reppin' H-Town, smokin', sippin' on some medicine
Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Got plenty cheese, plenty carats, man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitatin' us
Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up
Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl
TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gettin' money's what I'm bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the North
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say they never seen ya boy out here gettin his grind on
Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on
I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole 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
[Verse 4: Bun B]
Yeh this the city that's slow, the city that's throwed
The city where the boys flip the candy painted low
The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed
And hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sewed
And sip that paint (sip that paint) 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, and the Belt
This Clutch City where we play what we dealt
Welcome to H-Town
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gettin' money's what I'm bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the North
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
[Verse 5: Paul Wall]
Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt
Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt
We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off
From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that North
I'm talkin' Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too
From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin' on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby
[Verse 6: Yung Redd]
(Ha ha ha, know what I'm tawkin' 'bout?)
Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
Blowin' down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunnyside
I could walk these streets if I was blind, know what I'm tawkin' 'bout?
Yung Redd, take ya out the future
Stars imitate, swear to God I was a jeweler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk, I salute
Mayne
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gettin' money's what I'm bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the North
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
[Verse 7: Lil' Keke]
H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N
God blessed me with the million dollar pen
See them quiet 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 rollin' up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'
Don Ke', heart of the south, slab ridin'
[Verse 8: 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 codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush
If you want it we got it cause there's not a product we dont push
We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy
So homie you must be touchin' it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gettin' money's what I'm bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the North
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
[Verse 9: 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, n***a its a H-Town thang
Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne
It's Boss Hogg Corleone, n***a that Mike D
The drank man daddy, you know where to find me
[Verse 10: Big Pokey]
State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid
6' backin' out the driveway, dropping the wig
Y'all know we do it big, like a freight-liner rig
Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid
Fresh to death 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
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gettin' money's what I'm bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the North
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
[Verse 11: Rob G]
(Talking) Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!
Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G
It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up
Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies
I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey
Ridin' 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 stacking paper together we stay deep
It's Rob G!
[Verse 12: Trae Tha Truth]
Chyeah!
King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's
Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (Lights out)
I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a Platinum Rolls
Suicide make the doors presidential 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 they way to the block (Doors 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, n***a!
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gettin' money's what I'm bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the North
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
[Verse 13: 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, Club Creek, Spice Lane
West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change
I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood
And I done shot it out at war with 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. n***a what
Its Lil' O Homie
[Verse 14: Pimp C]
Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away
For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sip 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
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gettin' money's what I'm bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the North
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
