(feat. Chamillionaire, Paul Wall, Mike Jones, UGK, Lil Keke, Z-Ro, Trae, Rob G, Lil' O, Big Pokey, Mike D, Yung Redd)
[Slim Thug:]

Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!



Now welcome to the city of game, piece of 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 Sunnywood way block

Niggas way my home, I'm an outside venterain

Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine

That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow

It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off



[Chamillionaire:]

Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus

And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us

Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up

Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us

In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer

TV VCR lay back with'cha momma

You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh

Top off the drop still listen to Tomma



[Hook:]

Still, still wrecking boys off

Hmm, candy painted with the lows you can hate but that's the way we ball

Still wrecking boys off

Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while he's in his judge talk

Still wrecking boys off

Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south

Still wrecking boys off, boys off

Sill wrecking boys off

And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss

Still wrecking boys off



[Mike Jones:]

MIKE JONES!

I still representing H-Town the city of the candy

They see me with a lotta, huh, but they don't understand it

They said they never see ya boy, how you gettin' this grind on?

Hannavilly take ya piggy I 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

H-Town, home of the candy paint

Home of the 84's and 4's in the?



[Bun B:]

Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed

The city where them boys get they candy painted lows

The city where they build big killa and stay blowed

Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold

Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) 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 in the belt

This clutch city where we play what we dealt

Welcome my H-Town



[Hook: Chamillionaire]



[Paul Wall:]

This town's my home it's where I do my dirt

Where the gangsta's? smoke water? we drank stains on the shirt

We ride swangin' chop blazed just to break boys off

From South Park to South West how we wave to that nouf

I'm talking tenth wheel and Carvadale and Greens Point Two

From Denport Harvard to West Airport all the way to Channelview

We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu

Hit me on the 8-3-2, Paul Wall what it do



[Yung Redd:]

Ha

Nomtombout?

Purple so muddy I can barely even drive

A blow it down trees like a catter goin by

Southside of H-Town that on the sunny side

I walk these? all blind, nomtombout?

Yung Redd, take ya out the future

Stars imitate swear to God work the?

Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you

Come on the Big Hogg got some roof

Mayne!



[Hook: Chamillionaire]



[Lil Keke:]

H-O to the U.S., T.O. till the end

God bless me with the million dollar Benz

See the grind money gangstas with the hand in the air

That Sunnyside in 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 him hiding

Don Ke hard of the south, slab riding



[Z-Ro:]

H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S.

We goin get it and come back with it until we take our last breath

From the city where I steady on drop the top

Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto ass is good at any hood, any block they got

The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the gush

If you want it we got it cause that's not a problem we don't push

We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sippy

So homie you must be touching it, roll if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)



[Hook: Chamillionaire]



[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 Kyleon, Micked and Mike D

The drank man daddy, you know where to find me



[Big Pokey:]

State to state dawg, I got a jock and a kid

Six back and out the drive away, dropping the weed

Y'all know we do it big, like a...

Got stackes full of cash where I keep the mnoey heated

Fresh to def homie, how I came in the doe

Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger or dro

Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro

Counting money, iced out, like a million video



[Hook: Chamillionaire]



[Rob G:]

Southwest put'cha dubs up, let's go!

Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G

It's striaght hanging the thugs, and my music slowin', throw my H'es up

Southwest why I know the real dudes and move birdies

I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey

Riding around, southwest side of my towns

Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Liken Me Now

It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alilee, black and west stack

Paper together we stay deep it's all



[Trae:]

Cheyah!

King Of The Streets and I'm rolling round, you still ridin fo's

Boys better chill for this throw-away that they couldn't closed

I ridin' slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose

Soon as I make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk)

They want the Don to tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)

I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the top (dows up)

I'm so hood it be the Truth, definition of me

Ain't no way ya speakers bout the H, without mentioning me

We the truth, nigga!



[Hook: Chamillionaire]



[Lil O:]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

Ayyo from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll

If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll

Braeswood, Woolfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane

West Bellville, Fort Worth Airport, Sandpiper, stack change

I'm so H-Town there's no dean in my blood

And I'm a shout it out with the meanest of thugs

And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup

I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what



[Pimp C:]

Naw I can owe lot of chickens, not a miles away

For the last fifteen years, I been reppin' my state

I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case

Eight's over ice straight Prada of the H

Southside, I never was so big socialize

With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss

Like Thug and Prince Civy or Rome or Wrice

This game a pie I want it all so give me a slice



[Hook: Chamillionaire]