[Slim Thug:]
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Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!
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Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
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Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
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Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
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Married to the hood me and Sunnywood wedlock
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Acres home my home, I'm a Northside veteran
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Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine
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That ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
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It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off
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[Chamillionaire:]
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Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carats and you looking like some caterers
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And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us
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Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk be bladed up
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Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't phasin' us
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In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl
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TV VCR I'm layed back with'cha momma
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You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh
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Top off the drop body missin as osama
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[Hook:]
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Still, still breakin' boys off
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Hmm, candy painted with the gloss you can hate but that's the way a playa floss
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Still breakin' boys off
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Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hatas just talk
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Still breakin' boys off
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Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
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Still breakin' boys off, boys off
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Sill breakin' boys off
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And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
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Still breakin' boys off
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[Mike Jones:]
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MIKE JONES!
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I'm still representing H-Town the city of the candy
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They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it
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They said they never see ya boy, out here getting his grind on
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Phantom, Bentley take ya pick I gettin' my shine on
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I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
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Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll
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H-Town, home of the candy paint
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Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank
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[Bun B:]
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Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed
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The city where them boys flip the candy painted loads
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The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed and
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Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold
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Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
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And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
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6-10-I-10-59-45 and the Belt
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This Clutch City where we play what we dealt
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Welcome my H-Town
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[Hook: Chamillionaire]
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[Paul Wall:]
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Hustle town's my home it's where I do my dirt
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Where the gangsta's smoke water, with drank stains on the shirt
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We ride swangin' chop blades just to break boys off
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From South Park to the Southwest all the way to that nawf
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I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too
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From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview
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We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu
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Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall what it do
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[Yung Redd:]
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Ha
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Nomtombout?
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Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
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I'm blowin' down trees like a Category 5
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Southside of H-Town or on the sunny side
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I could walk these street if I was blind, nahmtalkinbout?
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Yung Redd, take ya out the future
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Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler
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Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
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To my homie Big Hawk, I salute
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Mayne!
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[Hook: Chamillionaire]
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[Lil Keke:]
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H-O to the U.S., T.O. to the N
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God blessed me with the million dollar Pen
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See them queit money gangstas with they hand in the air
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That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there
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This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
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It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound
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Pull up in the monster just look at him hiding
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Don Ke heart of the south, slab riding
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[Z-Ro:]
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H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S.
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We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
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From the city where our stadiums drop the top
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Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got
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The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush
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If you want it we got it cause that's not a product we don't push
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We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sip lean
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So homie you must be touching it, if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
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[Hook: Chamillionaire]
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