Chyeah, know′m talm bout?

You ain't shit if you ain′t screwed up, for real

Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw

We say know'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 thru

Elbow and Vogues and expensive clothes

Candy paint car our cars, big booties on our hoes

Got diamonds in our mouth, still represent the south

Put the truck up bitch, I′m swanging four′s

I sip codeine out the styrofoam, 27- 10 is the kinda grind on

I ain't ever love a bitch, so I′m riding alone

Prolly when them niggas ain't on the kind of 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 them you're gonna 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 Texas

Glass underneath, beatin′, beatin', my block

Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla 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 iin H. o.u.s.t.o.iiin, ridin′iin in

Candy trim, on pokey rims

Wit a tien, an her friiend

Trae the truth, ridin' right behind

Two cups full and I′m on my grind

Talkin' dine, respect my mind

I′ll show you boys how Texas get dine

Rolex time, top lift back

On my nuts, cuz I got that sack

Papered up to the roof, it stacked

Hoes wanna hate but it don't mean jack

Wheres there′s money that's where I'm at

That Texas grind, that′s all I know

Bangin′ screw and drankin' Big Moe

Basically get that dough, bro

Nawf side, where the boss ride

Every day I got play outside. Huh?

Leavin′ them haters mouth wide

Cant' 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 barbecuing' them ribs there huh? What?

Smoke blunts and sip punch like its 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 dine in H- town know me mayne

It ain't a choice, I can't change

I′ma rep the nawf 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 Texas

Glass underneath, beatin′, beatin', my block

Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla 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 gotta bad azz bitch, parked outside

Yella diamond my wrist, if it′s dark outside

Pull a lil' bitch then I catch ghost

Justa lil′ kid from the ghetto

Never had shit but I got a lil' bit

When I got a couple hits unda this belt

Throw a 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 lottta drank but I'm healthy mami

Daddy was cool, but he couldn′t really tell me nothin′... uhh!

Everybody think a nigga lucked up

Young kirko, he done blew up

From the H- town, Nigga what's up?

I′m Port Author, Texas, let's get that straight off the top

That′s where the hustlin' and grindin′ and the hatin' don't stop

From the west side to east, we out here duckin′ them cops

And coming dine, candy paint, on them mother fuckin′ chops

It's the land of the trill, that′s where the whole thang came from

And it 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 represent, with it 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 Texas

Glass underneath, beatin′, beatin′, my block

Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla rocks

Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I′m from Texas

Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I′m from Texas