They don't know what that scar about
They don't know what that bar about
They don't know what that candy car about
Or smokin' that joint about

Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised
Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay

Already! What you know about swangaz and vogues?
What you know about purple drank?
What you know about poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint?

What you know about white shirts
Starched down jeans with a razor crease?
Platinum and gold on top our teeth
Big ol' chains with a iced out piece

You don't know about Michael Watts
You don't know about DJ Screw
What you know about man, hold up
I done came down and what it do?

You don't know about P.A.T
What you know about Free Pimp C?
What you know about the Swishahouse, man?
What you know about the S.U.C.?

We keep it, playa, ain't no fake
We be holdin' plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star state

Outta towners be comin' around
Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down
But you don't know nuthin' about my town
Either hold it down or move around

They don't know what that scar about
They don't know what that bar about
They don't know what that candy car about
Or smokin' that joint about

Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised
Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay

Mike Jones, me and Paul, we actin' a fool
When screens fall, I'm packin' a tool
I'm Texas raised, Texas made
We grind daily, no minimum wage

I represent the home of candy cars
Screw music and purple bar
Trunk bangin', fifth hangin'
84's and vogue swangin'

Belt-buckles, we wear in Texas
Rag-tops lay down on Lexus
Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace
Haters hate 'cuz we well respected

Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the microphone?
We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome
Tryin' to get our shine on

I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the microphone?
We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome
Tryin' to get our shine on

I crack a smile and show platinum mouth
Every time I rap, I rep Swishahouse
I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults
5 G's for me to even open my mouth

They don't know what that scar about
They don't know what that bar about
They don't know what that candy car about
Or smokin' that joint about

Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised
Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay

Already, hold on, hold up a second 'cuz
Boys comin' down blue or red
Down here pimpin' ain't dead
Grindin' daily to stack my bread

I from the place where girls jump fly
Now a days the brauds pimp brauds
'Cuz they got more game then most these guys
You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed

You don't know about chunkin' a deuce
You don't know  about a Southside fade
Down here we be ridin' D's
But you don't know about choppin' blades

Texas Southern or Prairie View
What you know about battle of the bands?
Down here we got ghetto grub
Like wings, chicken or Timmy Chan's

You can catch me ridin' swang
What you know about sippin' syrup
You don't know about pourin' it up
Purple drank so speech is slurred

You don't know about the way we talk
Boys say we got country words
But I don't really care what you heard
'Cause you don't know about the Dirty Third

They don't know what that scar about
They don't know what that bar about
They don't know what that candy car about
Or smokin' that joint about

Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised

Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay
Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay
Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay