[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga, Motherfucker!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains & swangs
Pop trunk & bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born & raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me & Sunnywood wedlock
Niggas way my home, I'm an outside veteran
Reppin' H-Town, smokin' sippin' on some medicine
That ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga Motherfuckers, still breakin' boys off.
[Chamillionaire:]
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carats & you lookin' like some caterers
And it's lookin' like you haters & you fakes is immatatin' us
Shadied up, bradied up & I bet that trunk you bladed up
Bet you still crawlin' on 4's, so they ain't phasin' us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl
TV VCR I'm layed back wit your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind
Top off the drop still listen in the summer.
[Hook:]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.
[Mike Jones:]
Mike Jones!
I'm still representin' H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with alot of cars, but they don't understand it
They said they never see you boy, out here gettin' his grind on
Platinum finna take your pick I gettin' my shine on
I sold 2 million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll
H-Town, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84's & 4's & the purple drank.
[Bun B:]
Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed
The city where them boys flip the candy painted lows
The city where they blow big killer & stay blowed
Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that drank & drip that paint
And drop that top & grip that grain (hold up)
6-10-I-10-59-45 & the Belt
This Clutch City where we play what we dealt
Welcome my H-Town.
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.
[Paul Wall:]
This town's my home it's where I do my dirt
Where the gangsta's smoke water, we drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin' chop blazed just to break boys off
From South Park to the Southwest all the way to that nouf
I'm talkin' 10th wheel & Crawfordale & Greenspoint too
From Denport Harvard to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 832, it's Paul Wall what it do.
[Yung Redd:]
Nomtombout?
Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
I'm blowin' down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town or on a sunny side
I could walk these streets if I was blind. Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yung Redd, take you out the future
Stars imitate swear to God work the chiller
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk, I salute
Mayne!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.
[Lil Keke:]
H O to the U.S. T.O. to the N
God bless me with the million dollar Benz
See the grind money gangsta's with they hand in the air
That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town, screwed up & 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'.
[Z-Ro:]
H.O.U.S.T.O.N. T.E.X.A.S.
We gon' get it & 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 ass is good at any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene & the cigarello is for the kush
If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product that we don't push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sip lean
So homey you must be touchin' it, roll if you don't feel me.
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.
[Mike D:]
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talkin'
Comin' down the slab like the 4's crip walkin'
Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah
North & the south together we ball
Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thing
Let me see you touch the sky if your feelin' me mayne
It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, nigga that Mike D
The drank man daddy, you know where to find me.
[Big Pokey:]
State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid
6 backin' out the driveway, droppin' the wig
Y'all know we do it big, like a freight...
Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid
Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'
Prada shades on, smellin' like a swanger or dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent cha city bro
Countin' money, iced out, like I'm in a video.
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.
[Rob G:]
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 & hold my H's up
Southwest swat I know the real dudes & move birdies
I go to school early, baby blue Moon Jersey
Ridin' around, southwest side of my town
Still Reppin' My Block, How Your Likin' Me Now
It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief, black & west stack
Paper together we stay deep it's all...
[Trae:]
Yeah!
King Of The Streets & I'm rollin' round Houston ridin' 4's
Boys better chill for this throw-away leave they curtains closed
I ridin' slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum rose
Soon as I make the doors presidental when they decide to close
They want the Don to tell them 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 Truth, definition of me
Ain't no way your speakers about the H, without mentionin' me.
We the truth, nigga!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.
[Lil' O:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Ayyo I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop & roll
If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood Rock 'N' Roll
Braeswood, Woolfair, Clear Creek, Spice Lane
West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change
I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood
And I'm a shouted down a war 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? It's Lil' O, homie.
[Pimp C:]
Naw I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away
For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real D.J. Screw sip grape by the case
8'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 & Prince Civy or Rome or Wrice
This game a pie I want it all so give me a slice.
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm about, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.
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