Welcome to Houston Lyrics & Tabs by Slim Thug
Welcome to Houston
guitar chords lyrics
[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece & chains and swangs
Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me and Scenic wood wedlock
Acres Homes my home, I'm a Nawf Side venteran
Reppin' H-Town, smokin', sippin' on some medicine
There ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga Muthafucka, still breakin' boys off
[Chamillionaire:]
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us
Shaded up, braided up and I bet that trunk be bladed up
Bet I'm still crawlin' on 4's, so they ain't fading us
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us
Shaded up, braided up and I bet that trunk be bladed up
Bet I'm still crawlin' on 4's, so they ain't fading us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vynil
TV, VCR lay back with'cha momma
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top on my drop missin' like Osama
[Hook:]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Mike Jones:]
MIKE JONES!
I still represent H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it
They said they never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Platinum Bentley take ya piggy, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on
I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll now
H-Town, Yeah, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank
[Bun B:]
Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed
The city where them boys flip they candy painted lows
The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed
And hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that pint (sip that pint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10, I-10, 59, 45 & the belt
This clutch city where we play what we dealt
Welcome to H-Town
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Paul Wall:]
Hustletown's my home, that's where I do my dirt
Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin', chop bladez just to break boys off
From South Park to the South West all the way to that Nawf
I'm talking Tidwell and Carvadale and GreensPoint too
From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin' on that screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 832, Paul Wall what it do baby!?
[Yung Redd:]
Hahaha
Nomtombot?
Purple so muddy I can bearly even drive
I'm blowin' down trees like a category 5
Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny side
I walk these streets if I was blind, nomtombot?
Yung Redd, take ya out the future
Stars imitate swear to God work the jeweler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk I salute
Mayne!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Lil Keke:]
H-O to the U-S., T-O to the N.
God bless me with the million dollar pen
See the grind money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunnyside and South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at em hiding
Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'
[Z-Ro:]
H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S.
We go get it and come back with it, until we take our last breath
From the city where our stadiums drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush
If you want it, we got it kuz there's not a product we don't push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy
So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (don't feel me)
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Mike D:]
Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking
Coming down the slab like the fo's CRIP walking
Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah
North and the south together we ball
Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang
Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne
It's Boss Hogg Carleon, nigga named Mike D
The drank man daddy, you know where to find me
[Big Pokey:]
State to state dawg, I got em jockin' a kid
Six backin out the driveway, dropping the weed
Y'all know we do it big, like a freightpounder rig
Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid
Fresh to def homie, how I came in the do
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put ya H's up, represent ya city bro
Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Rob G:]
Southwest put ya dubs up baby!, let's go!
Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G
It's striaght hang with thugs, jam my music slow & hold my H's up
Southwest S.W.A.T. I know the real dudes that move birds
I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey
And riding around, southwest side of my town
Still reppin' my block, how ya likin me now?
It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief
Black and latins stackin' paper together, we stay deep
It's Rob G!
[Trae:]
Yeahh...
King Of The Streets and I roll around Houston ridin' 4's
Boys better chill 'fore this throw away leave they curtains closed (lights out)
I'm in a slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum Rolls
Suicide make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk)
They want the throne, but tell them haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot em, on the west, so whatever all the way to the block (dubs up)
I'm so hood it be the true definition of me
Ain't no way ya speak about the H without mentioning me
Tha Truth nigga!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Lil O:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest, stop drop and roll
If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll
Braeswood, Woodfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane
West Bellville Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change
I'm so H-Town there's codiene in my blood
And I done shot it out at war with the meanest of thugs
And you ain't never gotta ask if that's lean in my cup
I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what!
It's Lil' O homie!
[Pimp C:] (RIP)
Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas 90 miles away
For the last fifteen years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sipped grape by the case
Eight's over ice straight product of the H
Southside, I never was no big socializer
With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss
Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice
This game a pie I don't want it all I just need a slice
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
