| Now welcome to the city of game |
| piece of chains and swangs |
| pop, trunk n bang |
| yeh im still here mayne |
| born and raised of the stead block |
| braise no dreadlocks |
| married to the hood |
| me and sunnywood wedlock |
| haters home a home |
| im an northside veteran |
| repping h-town |
| smoking, sippin on some medicine |
| aint nobody better than the boss when i floss |
| its slim thugga mothafucker |
| still breaking boys off |
| (chamillionaire) |
| Got plenty ??? plenty carats |
| man we lookin like some caterers |
| and its looking like you haters and you fakes is imitatin us |
| shaded up, braided up, and i bet that trunk be bladed up |
| bentley still crawlin on fo’s |
| so they aint fading us |
| in the hood im a grinda |
| wood on the vinyl |
| tv, vcr, im layed back wit cha mama |
| you aint never seen a grinda |
| that grind the way i grind, huh? |
| top on my drop ??? |
| (still breakin boys off, hmmmm) |
| candy painted with the gloss |
| you can hate but thats the waya playa floss |
| (still breaking boys off, hmmmm) |
| getting moneys what im bout |
| ima get it while these haters just talk |
| (still breaking boys off, hmmmm) |
| gotta do it for the north |
| gotta do it for my hustlers in the south |
| (still breaking boys off, boys off |
| still breaking boys off |
| and when i do it ima do it like a boss |
| (still breakin boys off) |
| (mike jones) |
| i still represent h-town, |
| the city of that candy |
| they see me with a lotta cars |
| but they dont understand it |
| they say the never seen ya boy |
| out here gettin his grind on |
| platinum bentley ??? |
| piggy ima get my shine on |
| ive sold 2 million revcords |
| now my paper all swole now |
| the mayor of the city |
| top down when i roll now |
| h-town, home of the candy paint |
| home of the 84's and 4's |
| (bun-b) |
| yeh this the city thats slow, |
| the city thats thowed |
| the city where the boys |
| flip the candy painted low |
| the city where they ??? |
| hustling ass d boys |
| got the game sold |
| and sip that paint (sip that paint) |
| and drip that paint (drip that paint) |
| and drop that top (drop that top) |
| and grip that grain (hold up) |
| 6−10, i-10, 59, 45, and da belt |
| this clutch city |
| but we play wat we delt |
| reppin da h-town |
| (still breakin boys off, hmmmm) |
| candy painted with the gloss |
| you can hate but thats the waya playa floss |
| (still breaking boys off, hmmmm) |
| getting moneys what im bout |
| ima get it while these haters just talk |
| (still breaking boys off, hmmmm) |
| gotta do it for the north |
| gotta do it for my hustlers in the south |
| (still breaking boys off, boys off |
| still breaking boys off |
| and when i do it ima do it like a boss |
| (still breakin boys off) |
| (paul wall) |
| houston towns my home |
| its where i do my dirt |
| where the gangtstas smoke water |
| wit drank stains on they shirt |
| we ride swangin |
| chops blaze |
| just to break boys off |
| from south park to the south west |
| and all the way to dat north |
| im talking tentwheel, and carverdale, and greenspoint too, |
| from denver harbour, to west airport |
| and all the way to channelview |
| we steady bangin on this screw |
| its chopping like kung fu |
| hit me on the 8−3-2 |
| its paul wall wat it do |