Gangsta Grillz
All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby
All about the
Blowin' up on H-Town
Blowin' up on H-Town
Blowin' up on H-Town
Tell me what y'all know about this H-Town chick
All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby
All about the
Make the beat chop chop
Make the beat chop chop
Make the beat chop chop
(H-Town)
I like them gangsta grillz
Ridin' through like 'did you see those big wheels?'
Pop the trunk and let me feel, I got chills
Now what chu know about a ballaa, shot callaa
Now won't chu tell me what it do- Where you from?
I'm from Houston, keepin it screwed up
Ain't whatchu used to, tippin on 44's
On the note we stayed graded up, south-ayed it up
I see you with the candy paint
Do you got them dollas man?
Its all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya man
Houston, you know what it do
Let me hear ya holla mayn
LeToya just too much for you
Let me hear ya holla
All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby
All about the
Blowin' up on H-Town
Blowin' up on H-Town
Blowin' up on H-Town
Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town
All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby
All about the
Make the beat chop chop
Make the beat chop chop
Make the beat chop chop
(H-Town)
I got a thang for them gangstas with grills
Top to bottom like he's spendin' big scrill
So what cha into, tell me homie what's the deal?
Cause I wanna be your baby, drivin' you crazy
Cause we act a fool where I'm from
Houston, Texas keepin it screwed up
And you can bet, a thug is what I'm used to
Cause its what I'm all about, want you to holla out
I see you with the candy paint
Do you got them dollas mayn?
Its all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya mayn
Houston, you know what it do
Let me hear ya holla mayn
LeToya just too much for you
Let me hear ya holla
All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby
All about the
Blowin' up on H-Town
Blowin' up on H-Town
Blowin' up on H-Town
Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town
All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby
All about the
Make the beat chop chop
Make the beat chop chop
Make the beat chop chop
(H-Town)
That's right, they know who is it
Run it.
4 tires, 4's spinnin 'like a ceilin' fan
Seats reclinin', smokin' pine with the wheel in my hand
Diamonds shinin', gangsta grill look like a hundred grand
Now that's a Texas thang man, you wouldn't understand
We got that country grammar just like the St.Lunatics
In Texas (we screwed up!) that's how we be doin' it! (That's right)
Cause round here, it ain't all about the canabope?
Cause boy sittin' fat with tac's taller than the Alamo?
I see you with the candy paint
Do you got them dollas man?
Its all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya man
Houston, you know what it do
Let me holla man
LeToya just too much for you
Let me hear ya holla
All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby
All about the
Blowin' up on H-Town
Blowin' up on H-Town
Blowin' up on H-Town
Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town
All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby
All about the
Make the beat chop chop
Make the beat chop chop
Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)