Chorus (Ad-libs in parenth.):
It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne (Yeah)
It's all about the slab baby, all about the...(yeah)
Blowing up in H-Town...
Blowing up in H-Town...
(Tell me what y'all know about this H-town chick)
It's screw in Houston...H-Town H-Town
It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all about the..
Makes the beat chop chop....
Makes the beat chop chop....
Makes the beat chop, makes the beat chop
H-Town H-Town

1st Verse:
I like them gangsta grizills
Riding through like did you see those big wheels
Pop trunk and let me feel, I got chills
Now what you know about a baller, shotcaller
Now won't you tell me what it do, where you from
I'm from Houston keeping it screwed up
And what you used to, tippin' on 44's
On the north they stay braided up, south faded up

Hook:
I see you with ya candypaint
Do you got them dollas man
It's all about the heavyweight
Let me hear ya holla man
Houston you know what it do
Let me hear ya holla man
Toya just too much for you
Let me hear ya holla, oh

Chorus

2nd Verse:
I got a thang for them gangstas with grillz
Top to bottom like he spendin big skrill
So what you into, tell me home what's the deal
Cause I wanna be your baby, driving you crazy
Cause we act a fool where I'm from
Houston, Texas keeping it screwed up
And you can bet a thug is what I'm used to
Cause that's what I'm all about, want you to holla out

Hook

Chorus

Rap (Killa Kyleon):
That's right
They know who it is
Killa
Run it
4 tires, 4's spinning like a ceiling fan
Seats reclined, smokin' pine with wheel in my hand
Diamonds shinin', gangsta grill lookin like a 100 grand
Now that's a Texas thang, mayne you wouldn't understand
Yea we got that country grammar just like the St. Lunatics
In Texas "We screwed up" that's how we be doing it
Cause round here, it ain't all about account and brokers
Boys sitting fat with stacks taller than the Alamo
Hook