They Don't Know

You don't know'bout Michael Watts You don't know'bout Michael Watts You don't know'bout Michael Watts You don't know'bout Michael Watts What you know 'bout the Swishahouse man What you know 'bout the Swishahouse man We listen to music screwed and chopped Down here in this Lone Star state [Chorus] They don't know what that scar'bout They don't know what that bar'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' Third Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised (Texas muthafucka that's where I stay) All ready! What you know about swangaz and vogues What you know 'bout purple drank What you know 'bout poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol' chains with a iced out piece You don't know 'bout Michael Watts You don't know about DJ Screw What you know about "MAN! Hold UP", I done came down and what it do? They don't know about P.A.T What you know 'bout free pimp see What you know 'bout the Swishahouse man What you know 'bout the S-U-C We keep it playa, ain't no fake When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate We listen to music screwed and chopped Down here in this Lone Star state Outta towners be comin' around Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down But you don't know nuthin' bout my town Either hold it down or move around [Chorus]