[Intro: Trae tha Truth]
Chyeah, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain’t shit if you ain’t screwed up, for real
[Verse 1: Z-Ro & Trae tha Truth]
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
[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
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
Chyeah, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain’t shit if you ain’t screwed up, for real
[Verse 1: Z-Ro & Trae tha Truth]
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
[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
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
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