Welcome 2 Houston 2

[Intro: Slim Thug]Nah'm talkin' bout Welcome to Houston [Verse 1: Slim Thug] Big city in the Country State Say we the fattest 'cuz the food here taste great Steak and lobster for brunch, I like big meals See the oldschool caddies with the big wheels Headed to see the Texans and the dropdome Put out the weed, ain't no telling what them cops on By the time this dropped my nigga Shotty done got home Hit the superbowl smelling like a pound of strong Looking like King Kong when you see me Paid the cost, being the boss ain't easy Might be courtside on ya tv Same night, at the local bar, chillin' with a star [Verse 2: GT Garza] Hopped the bar from the city of the purple Shootin' for the stars, and you ain't nowhere near my circle Anytime I'm out they think I'm shootin' a commercial The top go in the trunk, and all the doors go in reversal Made it off my hustle, now a limo just a long car Call me Michael Knight, conversating with my own car Show up fresh to death, my preachers seen me and said "oh Lawd" Space Jams on me like I got 'em off a MonStar Great tape collector, I got Screw all in my mindframe Diamonds on the bezel, 360 where the time hang Park it in the front the rims stretch out in the driveway Foreigns hit the block and change colors on the highway 100 dollar Nikes on, money-grip python Diamonds shine like MGM[?] like you think the fight's on Mobbin' thru the west, turning wheel without no lights on They love in the mall, I'm a grocery store icon Linked-up with the Boss, now I'm feeling like an outlaw PJ in that [?] back when they were yelling "Boss Hog!" Texas independent, labels we did it without y'all Leanin' sideways when sitting in the Southpaw Call me E.S.G. on that instrumental Everytime they playin' "Ghetto Dreams" man I get sentimental Legendary status, only do it if it's monumental Wanna take my spot, but you ain't got it in you [Verse 3: Propain] Look, slow down is how we rockin' nigga Glocks extended, all black like a five percenter Wet paint, a lotta ice but got the hottest winters Come around this bitch with all that flexin' and get yo pockets thinner Pro' A lot of Pimp and Tupac up in 'em Baddest broads, fuck the same girls as all the Rocket members My nigga Murda stuff a hundred pounds inside the sentra Sent it out of town and have that money back in time for dinner It's Hustle Town, you gettin' paid, Playa I commend ya Rose up out the gutter potna, we ain't have a pot to piss in Fuck the laws, every time we seen 'em we was hoppin' fences Banging Z-Ro, we was broke just trying to plot the millions Lil' mama say she hate it when I rap the struggle I come from nothing but she love it when the Boss my subject Or how I turned Forever Trill into a couple hundreds Young niggas, tryna to stack some mo' and go fuck up the summer Shit, we came from watching Paul and Thugga Big Bentleys, wasn't no rented cars up on them covers Gold grillz, drank was color purple, Danny Glover Rest in peace to DJ Screw, I hope I'm doing them southies justice [Verse 4: Killa Kyleon] Reportin' live from them trenches, same city J. Prince is Sippin' purple rain like Prince's, might pull-up slab wit' yo' princess Keep codeine in my kidneys, my jewelry worth two Bentleys That's a Mulsanne, I'm Usain, for the loose change I'm sprintin' [?], get the sack like Watt Catching plays like Hop This ain't Love & Hip Hop I ain't Stevie or Ja Get the guac' cause I'm hot, y'all countin' me out Real nigga they bop, fake nigga I'm not I don't speak to no cops, I'm in the streets with them knots I keep a miracle watch, I keep it lyrical tho H-Town like it slow, in the Caddy sittin' low Vogues wrap the '84 Ball like I'm goin' pro Red bottoms on my toe Red candy on my door Red drank, pour a four Leanin' listenin' to Moe (yeah!) Muddy muddy I'm the Barre Baby Pat and H.A.W.K. reincarnated I'm the shit you get when you mix the Robert Davis Earl up with Scarfaces Legendary that 70's smokin' rappers like a blunt [?] lit Glass-set[?] out the 80's, Cadillac from the 70's [Verse 5: De'lorean] Too much money in the city Er'body got a hustle, if you want it you gotta see it boy Yeah I flipped the brim on my fitted, throw my deuce out the ceilin' This is really how I'm feelin mane Bitch nigga get no convo Nah playa that ain't Act, that's that almost Boy you tryna leave a print round my styrofoam? Man This shit up and down like the Dow Jones Hit the milestone, I'm just running 'til my knees poppin' These boys ain't hustlin', they just eavesdroppin' Niggas waiting on the call, I guess he's floppin' Man I'm killin' so much shit, I'mma Cochran Stop it I'm just hoping that they reset me Keep stepping on them haters, I can't respect them Boss-like sneakers looking like some Giuseppe's Thugga showed me one thou' I'ma keep reppin' Real niggas get a check for the superbowl Supercoupe, four doors, that's a Uber though Paul Wall stayed down, where is Coopa tho? D-Reck where the new Dirty 3rd Movie role? Don't pull off in traffic, we leave you mortified Ghosts and Bentleys sittin' in port-a-pods Apologize, for all the drugs glorified Welcome to Houston nigga, I am ya tourguide [Verse 6: DoughBeezy] Welcome to Houston, where we hustle 'till we pass out And all the bitches' booties look like they was born with ass-shots Run with them bulls, but I ain't talking 'bout no mascots So come into my city acting silly and get yo ass shot They stole the culture the first time that they came around it And you not a real drank-sipper just 'cuz you hang around it You outta-towners don't know a thing about it But this is Houston where trunks knockin' and blades choppin' like Lorena Bobbitt The haters doubt it, but we made it out as the main attraction And I bet someone from Houston influenced your favorite rapper Then made it faster than someone that's from the city So excuse me for this chip on my shoulder I carry with me I'm rappin' like I got a point to prove, it's time for boys to move Gave the city my whole life and I just can't afford to lose Pick or choose, pay the playa, build a buzz by paying dues And if you don't pay attention, you fuck around and make the news Cause you can't snooze on these jackers 'round here City full of cheeseheads but ain't no 'Packers round here Niggas quick to shoot them clips but ain't no actors 'round here So disrespect and you gon' end up target practice 'round here Down here in Houston, Texas it's best that you just respect us But don't be too friendly, because a nigga will take yo necklace Your best bet is the valet 'cause a nigga will take yo Lexus And then go pull up at a chop-shop and get broke off by some Mexicans See, I ain't tryna harm you, really I'm just tryna warn you We got them sunny days, but you ain't out in California And this ain't Hollywood, so if you thinkin' that you good A nigga will pistol-whip you in the parking lot, just like he should [Outro: Slim Thug] Welcome to Houston, nigga