Gangsta Grillz

All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Tell me what y'all know about this H-Town chick All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the Make the beat chop chop Make the beat chop chop Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) I like them gangsta grillz Ridin' through like 'did you see those big wheels?' Pop the trunk and let me feel, I got chills Now what chu know about a ballaa, shot callaa Now won't chu tell me what it do- Where you from? I'm from Houston, keepin it screwed up Ain't whatchu used to, tippin on 44's On the note we stayed graded up, south-ayed it up I see you with the candy paint Do you got them dollas man? Its all about the heavy weight Let me hear ya holla ya man Houston, you know what it do Let me hear ya holla mayn LeToya just too much for you Let me hear ya holla All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the Make the beat chop chop Make the beat chop chop Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) I got a thang for them gangstas with grills Top to bottom like he's spendin' big scrill So what cha into, tell me homie what's the deal? Cause I wanna be your baby, drivin' you crazy Cause we act a fool where I'm from Houston, Texas keepin it screwed up And you can bet, a thug is what I'm used to Cause its what I'm all about, want you to holla out I see you with the candy paint Do you got them dollas mayn? Its all about the heavy weight Let me hear ya holla ya mayn Houston, you know what it do Let me hear ya holla mayn LeToya just too much for you Let me hear ya holla All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the Make the beat chop chop Make the beat chop chop Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) That's right, they know who is it Run it. 4 tires, 4's spinnin 'like a ceilin' fan Seats reclinin', smokin' pine with the wheel in my hand Diamonds shinin', gangsta grill look like a hundred grand Now that's a Texas thang man, you wouldn't understand We got that country grammar just like the St.Lunatics In Texas (we screwed up!) that's how we be doin' it! (That's right) Cause round here, it ain't all about the canabope? Cause boy sittin' fat with tac's taller than the Alamo? I see you with the candy paint Do you got them dollas man? Its all about the heavy weight Let me hear ya holla ya man Houston, you know what it do Let me holla man LeToya just too much for you Let me hear ya holla All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the Make the beat chop chop Make the beat chop chop Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)