Dari
Lirik
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Welcome to Houston
Big city in the country state
Say we the fattest 'cause the food here taste great
Steak and lobster for brunch, I like big meals
See the old school Caddys with the big wheels
Headed to see the Texans and the drop down
Put out the weed, ain't no tellin' what them cops on
By the time this drop, my **** shot and got home
Hit the Super Bowl smellin' like a pound of strong
Lookin' like King Kong when you see me
Paid the cost, bein' a boss ain't easy
Might be courtside on your TV
Same night at the local bar chillin' with a star
Hope the bar from the city of the purple
Shootin' for the stars and you ain't knowin' in my circle
Anytime I'm out, they think I'm shootin' a commercial
The top go in the trunk and all the doors go in reversal
Made it on my hustle, now a limo's just a long car
Call me Michael Knight, conversatin' with my own car
Show up fresh to death, my preacher seen me and said, "Oh Lord"
Space Jams on me like I got 'em off a Monstar
Great tape collector, I got screw all in my mind frame
Diamonds on the bezel, 360 where the time hang
Park it in the front, the rims stretch out in the driveway
Foreigns hit the block and change colors on the highway
Hundred dollar Nikes on, money grip python
Diamonds shine like MGM, like you think the fight's on
Mobbin' through the west, turnin' wheel without no lights on
They love me in the mall, I'm a grocery store icon
Linked up with the boss, now I'm feelin' like a outlaw
PJ in that Wizard back when they were yellin', "Boss Hogg"
Texas independent labels, we did it without y'all
Leanin' sideways with sittin' in the south paw
Call me ESG up on the instrumental
Every time they playin' Ghetto Dreams, man, I get sentimental
Legendary status, only do it if it's monumental
Wanna take my spot but you ain't got it in you
Look, slow down, that's how we rock it, ****
Glocks extended, all black like a five percenter
Wet paint, a lot of ice, but got the hottest winters
Come around this bitch with all that
Flex, you get your pockets thinner
Pro, a lot of pimpin', 2Pac up in 'em
Baddest broads, fuck the same girls as all the Rocket members
My **** murder stuff a hundred pounds inside the Sentra
Send it out of town and had that money back in time for dinner
It's hustle time, you gettin' paid, player, I commend ya
Rose up out the gutter, partner, we ain't have a pot to piss in
Fuck the laws, every time we seen 'em, we was hoppin' fences
Bangin' Z-Ro, we was broke, just tryna plot the millions
Lil' mama say she hate it when I rap the struggle
I come from nothin' but she love it when a boss my subject
Or how I turn forever trill into a couple hundred
Young ****, tryna stack some more and go fuck up the summer
Shit, we came from watchin' Paul and Thugger
Big Bentleys, wasn't no rented cars up on them covers
Gold grill, drank was color purple, Danny Glover
Rest in peace to DJ Screw, I'm hopin' I'm doin' the Southeast justice
Reportin' live from them trenches, same city J Prince is
Sippin' purple rain like Prince is
Might pull up slab with your princess
Keep codeine in my kidneys, my jewelry worth two Bentleys
That's a Mulsanne, I'm Usain, for the loose change, I'm Sprint
Boo from Lyon, I'm Watt, get the sack like Watt
Catchin' plays like Hop, this ain't Love & Hip Hop
I ain't Stevie or Ja, get the guap 'cause I'm hot
Y'all countin' me out, real ****, they pop
Fake ****, I'm not, I don't speak to no cops
I'm in the streets with them knots
I keep a miracle watch, I keep it lyrical, oh
H-Town like it's slow, in the Caddy sittin' low
Bows wrapped in 84, ball like I'm goin' pro
Red bottoms on my toe, red candy on my door
Red drank, pour a four, leanin', listenin' to Moe, yeah
Muddy, muddy, I'm the boy, baby, Patton Hawk reincarnated
I'm the shit you get when you mix the
Robert Davis era up with the Scarfaces
Legendary, that's evidence, smokin' rappers like a blunt Devin lit
Glass set out the '80s, Cadillac from the '70s
Too much money in the city
Everybody gotta hustle, if you want it, you gotta see it, boy
Yeah, I flip the brim on my fitted
Throw my deuce out the ceilin', this is really how I'm feelin', man
Bitch **** get no convo
Nah, player, that ain't Act', that's that almost
Boy, you tryna leave a print 'round my styrofoam
Man, this shit up and down like a Dow Jones
Hit the milestone, I'm just runnin' 'til my knees poppin'
These boys ain't hustlin', they just eavesdroppin'
**** waitin' on the call, I guess he's floppin'
Man, I'm killin' so much shit, I'ma need Cochran
Stop it, I'm just hopin' that they reset me
Keep steppin' on them haters, I can't respect 'em
Boss Life sneakers lookin' like some Giuseppes
Thugger showed me one thou', I'ma keep reppin'
Real **** get a check for the Super Bowl
Super coupe, four doors, that's a Uber though
Paul Wall stay down, where is Cooper though?
D. Wrek, where the new Dirty Third movie roll?
Don't pull off in traffic, we leave you mortified
Ghost's and Bentley's sittin' in porta-potties
Apologize for all the drugs glorified
Welcome to Houston, ****, I am your tour guide
Welcome to Houston where we hustle 'til we pass out
And all the bitches' booties look like they was born with ass shots
Run with them bulls but I ain't talkin' 'bout no mascot
So come into my city actin' silly and get your ass shot
They stole the culture the first time that they came around it
And you not a real drank sipper just 'cause you hang around it
You out-of-towners don't know a thing about it
But this is Houston where trunks knockin'
And blades choppin' like Lorena Bobbitt
The haters doubted but we made it out as the main attraction
And I bet someone from Houston influenced your favorite rapper
Then made it faster than someone that's from the city
So excuse me for this chip on my shoulder I carry with me
I'm rappin' like I got a point to prove, it's time for boys to move
Gave the city my whole life and I just can't afford to lose
Pick or choose, pay to play or build a buzz by payin' dues
And if you don't pay attention, you fuck around and make the news
'Cause you can't snooze, all these jackers 'round here
City full of cheeseheads but ain't no Packers 'round here
**** quick to shoot them clips but ain't no actors 'round here
So disrespect and you gon' end up target practice 'round here
Down here in Houston, Texas, it's best that you just respect us
But don't be too friendly because a **** will take your necklace
Your best bet is the valet 'cause a **** will take your Lexus
Then go pull up to a chop shop and get broke off by some Mexicans
See I ain't tryna harm you, really I'm just tryna warn ya
We got them sunny days but you ain't out in California
And this ain't Hollywood so if you thinkin' that you good
A **** will pistol whip you in the parking lot just like he should
Welcome to Houston, ****
Written by: Christopher Gallien, Slim Thug
