I'm From Texas

[Trae: Screwed Intro] Chyeah, know’m talm bout? You ain’t shit if you ain’t screwed up, for real (Verse 1: Trae & Z-Ro) [Z-Ro] Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw We say know’m saying and what it do? [Trae] And if a nigga don’t like it, tell them bitches I rep Texas Topless, in the slab I come thru [Z-Ro] Elbow and Vogues and expensive clothes Candy paint car our cars, big booties on our hoes [Trae] Got diamonds in our mouth, still represent the south Pull the truck up bitch, I’m swanging four’s [Z-Ro] I sip codeine out the styrofoam, 27- 10 is the kinda grind on [Trae & Z-Ro] I ain’t ever love a bitch, so I’m riding alone Prolly when them niggas ain’t on the kind of shine I’m on [Z-Ro] Big dully trucks with the big rims And the Cadillac with the fifth wheel [Trae] We from the hood and we keep steel If you try to jack them you’re gonna get killed [Z-Ro] I don’t wear my britches tight, I wear them loose Active Athlete for all my footwear, homie I got too many shoes (Trae & Z-Ro) I’m the man in my city, tell them niggas I won’t lose Cross that path, and my nigga Hawk, we still gon’ chunk the deuce [Hook] 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 Glass underneath, beatin’, beatin', my block Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla rocks Bitch I’m from Texas yeah, bitch I’m from Texas Bitch I’m from Texas yeah, bitch I’m from Texas [Verse 2: Paul Wall] You can find me in H. o.u.s.t.o.n, ridin' in Candy trim, on pokey rims Wit a tien, an her friiend Trae the truth, ridin’ right behind Two cups full and I’m on my grind Talkin’ dine, respect my mind I’ll show you boys how Texas get dine Rolex time, top lift back On my nuts, cuz I got that sack Papered up to the roof, it stacked Hoes wanna hate but it don’t mean jack Wheres there’s money that’s where I’m at That Texas grind, that’s all I know Bangin’ screw and drankin’ Big Moe Basically get that dough, bro [Verse 3: Slim Thug] North side, where the boss ride Every day I got play outside. Huh? Leavin’ 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 All my G’s still chill there We barbecuing’ them ribs there huh? What? Smoke blunts and sip punch like its lunch Every day we do it Listenin’ to nothin but Texas music Perfect match for that good fluid Find me in the hood, in the city I claim Everybody dine in H- town know me mayne It ain't a choice, I can’t change I’mma rep the north like I gang bang, Thugga [Hook] [Verse 4: Kirko Bangz] Uhh, I gotta bad azz bitch, parked outside Yella diamond my wrist, if it’s dark outside Pull a lil’ bitch then I catch ghost Justa lil’ kid from the ghetto Never had shit but I got a lil’ bit When I got a couple hits under this belt Throw a H up, nigga, I ain’t tryna belch or nothin’ Ain't got a whole lotta money but I'm wealthy money I sip a whole lottta drank but I'm healthy mami Daddy was cool, but he couldn’t really tell me nothin’… uhh! Everybody think a nigga lucked up Young kirko, he done blew up From the H- town, Nigga what’s up? [Verse 5: Bun B] I’m Port Author, Texas, let’s get that straight off the top That’s where the hustlin’ and grindin’ and the hatin’ don’t stop From the west side to east, we out here duckin’ them cops And coming dine, candy paint, on them mother fuckin’ chops It’s the land of the trill, that’s where the whole thang came from And it just a word, or where a rapper get his name from It’s a way of life, and we live to the fullest For years, we represent, with it blood sweat and bullets Ho, I’m from Texas! Chorus