Im From Texas E

Chyeah, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? You ain't shit if you ain't screwed up For real Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw Where we say "know what I'm Saying" and "what it do?" And if a nigga don't like it Tell them bitches I rep Texas Topless in the slab I come through Elbow and Vogues and expensive clothes Candy paint our cars, big booties on our hoes Got diamonds in our mouth Still representin' the south Pull the truck up bitch, I'm swanging four's I sip codeine out the styrofoam 27-10 is the kind of grind on I ain't ever love a bitch so I ride alone Prolly why them niggas ain't on The shine I'm on Big dully trucks with the big rims And the Cadillac with the fifth wheel We from the hood and we keep steel If you try to jack, you gon' get killed I don't wear my britches tight I wear them loose Active Athlete for all my footwear Homie I got too many shoes I'm the man in my city Tell them niggas I won't lose Cross that path and my nigga Hawk We still gon' chunk the deuce Find me in the hood in the city that I claim Moving slow like the music that I bang Screwed-screwed up Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Tex- gla-Glass underneath Beatin'-beatin' my block Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas You can find me in H-O-U-S T-O-N ridin' in Candy trim on pokey rims with A ten and her friends Trae the Truth ridin' right behind Two cups full and I'm on my grind Talkin' down, respect my mind I'll show you boys how Texas get down Rolex time, top lift back On my nuts cause I got that sack Papered up to the roof, it stack Hoes wanna hate but it don't mean jack Where's there's money, that's where I'm at That Texas grind, that's all I know Bangin' Screw and drankin' Big Moe And basically get that dough, bro Northside where the boss ride, every day I got play outside Leavin' them haters mouth wide Can't be denied when they see me slide Through the hood like I live there, shit I got a few cribs there All my G's still chill there We barbecuin' them ribs there Smoke blunts and sip punch like It's lunch, every day, we do it Listenin' to nothin but Texas music Perfect match for that good fluid Find me in the hood in the city I claim Everybody down in H Town know me mayne It ain't a choice, I can't change I'ma rep the north like I gang bang thugga Find me in the hood in the city that I claim Moving slow like the music that I bang Screwed-screwed up Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Tex- gla-Glass underneath Beatin'-beatin' my block Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas Uhh, I got a bad ass bitch, parked outside Yella diamond my wrist, if it's dark outside Pull a lil' bitch then I catch ghost Just a lil' kid from the ghetto Never had shit but I got a lil' bit When I got a couple hit's under this belt Throw the H up, nigga I ain't tryna belch or nothin' Ain't got a whole lotta money But I'm wealthy money I sip a whole lotta drank But I'm healthy mami Daddy was cool but he couldn't Really tell me nothin' Nah (Nah) everybody think a nigga lucked up Young Kirko, he done blew up From the H Town, worldwide, nigga what's up? I'm Port Arthor, Texas Let's get that straight off the top That's where the hustlin' and grindin' And the hatin' don't stop From westside to the east We out here duckin' them cops And coming down candy painted Them motherfuckin' chops It's the land of the trill That's where the whole thang came from And it ain't just a word or where A rapper get his name from It's a way of life and we live to the fullest For years, we represented it with blood Sweat and bullets ho, I'm from Texas! Find me in the hood in the city that I claim Moving slow like the music that I bang Screwed-screwed up Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Tex- gla-Glass underneath Beatin'-beatin' my block Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah Bitch I'm from Texas