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I'm from Texas (feat. Slim Thug, Z-Ro, Kirko Bangz, Bun B & Paul Wall)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
I'm from Texas (feat. Slim Thug, Z-Ro, Kirko Bangz, Bun B & Paul Wall) was released on August 7, 2012 by Grand Hustle/Trae Tha Truth as a part of the album I'm from Texas (feat. Slim Thug, Z-Ro, Kirko Bangz, Bun B & Paul Wall) - Single
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Release DateAugust 7, 2012
LabelGrand Hustle/Trae Tha Truth
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
See, don't tell nobody
You ain't shit if you ain't screwed up
For real
[Verse 2]
Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw
We say, know what I'm saying? And, what it do?
And if a **** don't like it, tell them bitches, I rep Texas
Topless in this lab, I come through
Yeah, bows and Vogues and expensive clothes
Candy paint our cars, big booties on our hoes
Got diamonds in our mouth, still representing the south
With the trunk up, beats up, swinging through
I sip codeine out the styrofoam
Twenty-seven-ten is the kind of grind I'm on
I ain't never love a bitch so I ride alone
Probably while them **** ain't come to shine no more
Big duty trucks with the big grills
And the Cadillacs with the fifth wheel
We from the hood and we keep still
If you try to jack, you gon' get killed
I don't wear my britches tight, I wear them loose
Active athlete for all my footwear, homie, I've got too many shoes
I'm the man in my city, tell them ****, I won't lose
Cross our path and my ****, Hawk, we still gon' chuck a deuce
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Gla-glass underneath, beating-beating my block
Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks
Bitch, I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch, I'm from Texas
Bitch, I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch, I'm from Texas
[Verse 5]
You can find me in H-O-U-S-T-O-N
Riding in
Candy trim on poker rims
With a ten and her friends
Trae tha Truth riding right behind
Two cups full and I'm on my grind
Talking dime and respect my mind
I show you boys how Texas get down
Rolex time, top let back
All my nuts 'cause I got that sack
Papered up to the roof is stack
Hoes wanna hate but it don't mean jack
Where there's money, that's where I'm at
That Texas grind, that's all I know
Bang and screw and drinking big Moes
Space and getting that dough, bro
[Verse 6]
Northside, where the boss ride
Everyday I go play outside
Leaving them haters mouth wide
Can't be denied when they see me slide
Through the hood like I live there
Shit, I got a few cribs there
I'm a G, still cheer there
We barbecuing them ribs there
Smoke blunts and sip punch
Like it's lunch everyday we do it
Listening up to our Texas music
Perfect match for that good fluid
Find me in the hood in the city I claim
Everybody down in H-Town know me, mane
It ain't a choice, I can't change
I'ma rep the North like I gang bang
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
Gla-glass underneath, beating-beating my block
Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks
Bitch, I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch, I'm from Texas
Bitch, I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch, I'm from Texas
[Verse 9]
Uh, I got a badass bitch parked outside
Yellow diamond my wrist if it's dark outside
Pull a lil' bitch, then I catch ghosts, just a lil' kid from the ghetto
Never had shit but I got a little bit when I got a couple hits under this belt
Saw the H up, ****, I ain't tryna filch or nothin'
Ain't got a whole lot of money but I work that money
I sip a whole lot of drink but I'm healthy, mommy
Daddy was cool but he really can't tell me nothing
Everybody think a **** lucked up
Young Kirko, he did blew up
From the H town worldwide, ****
What's up?
[Verse 10]
I'm from Port Author, Texas, let's get that straight off the top
That's where the hustling and the grinding and the hating don't stop
From west side to the east, we out here ducking them cops
And coming down candy painted on their motherfucking chops
It's the land of the trill, that's where the whole thing came from
And it ain't just a word or where a rapper get his name from
It's a way of life and we live it to the fullest
For years we represented it with blood, sweat, and bullets
Oh, 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
[Verse 11]
Gla-glass underneath, beating-beating my block
Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks
Bitch, I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch, I'm from Texas
Bitch, I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch, I'm from Texas
Written by: Robert Ellen
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