(feat. Mike Jones & Killa Kyleon)



[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 [x3]

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 [x3] (H-Town)



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 whatchu know about a ballaa, shot callaa

Now wontchu tell me wat it do- Where you from?

Im from Houston, keepin it screwed up

Aint whatchu used to, tippin on 44's

On the note we stayed graded up, south-ayed it up



I see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas mayn?

Its all about the heavy weight

Let me hear ya holla ya mayn

Houston, you know wat it do

Let me hear ya holla mayn

LeToya just too much for you

Let me hear ya holla



[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 x3

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, 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 [x3] (H-Town)



I got a thang for them gangstas with grills

Top to bottom like he's spendin big scrill

So watcha into, tell me homie whats the deal?

Cause I wanna be your baby, drivin you crazy

Cause we act a fool where Im from

Houston, Texas keepin it screwed up

And you can bet, a thug is what Im used to

Cause its what Im all about, want you to holla out



[Chorus:]

I see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas mayn?

Its all about the heavy weight

Let me hear ya holla ya mayn

Houston, you know wat it do

Let me hear ya holla mayn

LeToya just too much for you

Let me hear ya holla



[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 [x3]

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, 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 [x3] (H-Town)



[Killa Kyleon:]

Thats right, they know who is it

Run it.

4 tires, 4's spinnin like a ceilin fan

Seats reclinin, smokin pine with the wheel in my hand

Diamonds shinin, gangsta grill look like a hundred grand

Now thats a Texas thang mayn, you wouldnt understand

We got that country grammer just like the St.Lunatics

In Texas [we screwed up!] Thats how we be doin it! (Thats right)

Cause round here, it aint all about the canabope??

Cause boy sittin fat with tacs taller than the alamo?



[Chorus:]

I see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas mayn?

Its all about the heavy weight

Let me hear ya holla ya mayn

Houston, you know wat it do

Let me holla mayn

LeToya just too much for you

Let me hear ya holla



[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 [x3]

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, 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 [x3] (H-Town)