[Intro: Young Buck]
Trae, mayne
Man, I'm feelin' so H-Town right now, my nigga
This big ass white ass cup
You know what I mean?
[Chorus: DJ Screw & Young Buck]
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
I know they see me out here, right?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Ridin' all through this H-town street, do you understand me?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Real niggas do real things
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
So your hood should be in the air right now
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Oh, I know you all see us out here, right?
Let's go, Trae
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
So much candy paint, all of this Codeine
Them plastic white cups, 84's on everything
I got my khakis creased, heavy stars, I'm H-town
Just got off the phone with Jay Prince, they 'bout to hate now
I'm throwed, slowly movin' down this road
What don't kill you makes you stronger I was told
So I carries the load, two thousand pounds of dro
I just sold like, I can get myself up out this hoe
I'm slammin' them doors
[Chorus: DJ Screw]
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
I'm in the slab lookin' mentally challenged, it's stunna
Premeditated, I blew the brains out and left it with scrilla
Presidential elected king of the streets by the gutter
With a wrist like AT&T, here to reach out and touch ya
I am the streets, so tell them pussies quit clammin' my name
If you ain't tippin' fours with hood respect, we are nothin' the same
You still can find me where your favorite gangstas never go
Probably in the bricks poppin' the trunks
Slammin' them [?] doors
[Chorus: DJ Screw]
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
[Verse 3: Young Buck & Trae tha Truth]
Trae I'm on 59, where I go to see the hood?
Head to the west end, homie
I got'cha, everything is hood
Hop in this whip and let's swing these 84's and grip the wood
Feelin' just like I should
Take a nigga life, I could
'Cause I'm a gangsta, homie
They ain't got nothin' on me
They street credit phony
Plus I got this pistol on me
They know what we about
Trash bags full of that [?]
Black mask, we comin' to get you
That goes for you and whoever is with ya
I'm from the city where pimpin' that [?] beat the slab
Big Hawk and Big Moe body rockin' down the ave
I let the top leave and greet you with the deuce up
Hey Trae, they say in Texas you ain't shit if you ain't screwed up
[Chorus: DJ Screw]
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
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