[talking:]

Yup-yup, that's what it is

Uh that's what it do, yeah-yeah

Yup-yup, uh-huh yeah

Yup this what it is, check it-check it



[Lil' Keke:]

Crawling and cutting, pressing the button coming through

24 inch shoe, and I'm banging on the Screw

Pop trunk, with neon lights to get them peon brights

My chrome pipes, taking flight tonight

I keep the cold black steel, strapped tight to my waist

Cause they probably getting mad, while I'm hurting they face

In the new vehicle, candy tricycle

Boppers on the sideline, trying to get some air time

Cause the trunk glow, parked at the front do'

5000 Watts, DJ Screw got it so slow

We puffing hydro, start cuffing your hoe

Keep the heater on me, if they trip I'll let one go

I got em right now, hollin' turn the bass down

Home of candy paint and purple drank, this is H-Town

We on them blocks, and we showing off them rocks

Young Don Ke', and I'm pimping the parking lot



[Hook: x2]

Swangling jangling, bouncing and swerving

Pimping the parking lot, boppers out and they serving

Heater on me, cause I never floss lonely

Banging on that Screw, and it got 5000 Watts homie



[Coota Bang:]

From the North to the South, Screwed Up slow motion homie

R.I.P. Soulja Slim, slow motion fo' me

Banging on Screw, it got 5000 Watts on it

Strap on my lap, I should install a dot on it

Fifth wheel relax, trunk wave fists clutching grain

Swang and bang chain hang, it's a southern thang

Diamonds on my neck, di-diamonds on my neck

G. Dash Swishablast, ca-camas on my check

I'm H-Town stomping, and man still repping

For my boy A.D., I'll pop trunk on a pedestrian

Gorilla pimp the parking lot, in need for a lesbian

With dreams, of becoming my head source of intelligence

For boppers on a mission, trying to be where the cheddar went

Missing a corner rolling here, make you a President

The theory I'm banging, will make you breathe easy

It's A-Leezy, coupe B.G. with Kekeezy



[Hook x2]



[Archie Lee:]

I'm swanging dangling, I'm bouncing and swerving

These niggaz on the cut, and these hookers out here serving

I'm perving, gone off the Henn I'm a yack boy

If I front you some work, you better bring it back boy

Beating up the parking lot, setting off car alarms

Niggaz see me coming, and start grabbing on they girl arms

H-Town, bitch you can respect my mind

I got blue or canary yellow, bitch respect my shine

We got Soft in the front, Quack in the back

Two killers at the do', just in case they wanna jack

Don't worry I'm not lonely, trust me homie

Everytime you see me flossing, I got the heater up on me

Mr. Masta Archie Lee boy, I drive slow

Trunk like Bruce Leroy, it got that glow

Hey I'm only strapped, with that 4-5 on me

Banging Swishahouse, and I got 5000 Watts homie



[Hook x2]