Gangsta Grillz

[Refrain: Bun B & LeToya]

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

Blowin' up on H-Town

Tell me what ya'll 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 (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

[Verse 1: LeToya]

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 you know about a balla, shot calla

Now won't you tell me what it do, where you from?

I'm from Houston, keepin' it screwed up

Ain't what you used to, tippin' on fo fo's

On the north they stay braided up, south faded up

[Chorus: LeToya]

I see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas, man?

It's all about the heavyweight

Let me hear ya holla, man

Houston, you know what it do

Let me hear ya holla

Toya just too much for you

Let me hear ya holla

[Refrain: Bun B]

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

Blowin' up on 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 (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

[Verse 2: LeToya]

I got a thang for them gangsta's with grillz

Top to bottom like he's spendin' big scrills

So what you 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 it's what I'm all about, want you to holla out

[Chorus: LeToya]

I see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas, man?

It's all about the heavyweight

Let me hear ya holla, man

Houston, you know what it do

Let me hear ya holla

Toya just too much for you

Let me hear ya holla

[Refrain: Bun B]

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

Blowin up on 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 (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]

Thats right they know who it is

Running four tires, four spinnin' like a ceiling fan

Seats recline, smokin' pine with will in my hand

Diamonds shinin', gangsta grill look like a hundred grand

Now that's a Texas thang, man, you wouldn't understand

And 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 cattle bro

Cause boy's sittin' fat with stacks taller than the Alamo

[Chorus: LeToya]

I see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas, man?

It's all about the heavyweight

Let me hear ya holla, man

Houston, you know what it do

Let me hear ya holla

Toya just too much for you

Let me hear ya holla

[Refrain: Bun B]

All bout the candy paint

All about the '4s baby

All about the sound baby

All about the...

Blowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on 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 (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)