(feat. Big Boss) 



[Z-Ro:] 

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

Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest 

Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse 

And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth 

On a paper chase for that big bread, H.P.D. act like dick heads 

Cause they wanna know what we're smoking, and how much coedine in our big red 

And we stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's 

And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to Vietnam 

Sunday night is well connected, with Big Steve and Captain Jack 

Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them Lacs 

Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks 

Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that 

Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist 

Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace 

Joseph McVey that's my name, and I taste diamonds in my mouth 

Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks, it's going down in the South 



[Hook:] 

Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track 

Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks 

It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) 

It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) 

We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks 

Six or seven days, and we ain't been to sleep yet 

It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) 

It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) 



[Big Boss:] 

It all started with a tour of the B.C., to a half of the O.G. 

Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that's low key 

You niggaz don't know me, you so baloni 

You play in the pig pen, I hang where the folks be 

We don't talk to police, leave that to you fonies 

Disguised as homies, to get me felonies 

I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine 

My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean 

Been at it since 14, you can't control me 

So quit the baloni, 'fore I go where your folks sleep 

Hit your block and it's on G, the strap sits cozy 

It claps but don't speak, leave flats no slowly 

So don't provoke me, I was raised in the struggle 

Good kush and kool-aid, so they stay in a huddle 

If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it's double 

Fuck stunting but if you want, Boss'll teach you how to hustle 



[Hook] 



[Z-Ro:] 

Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red 

And just like I got partnas that's free, I got partnas in the FED 

I got partnas in the state, for killing niggaz or moving weight 

I even got niggaz in the Army, in Baghdad and Kuwait 

Every block you pass in H-Town, you gon see a candy ride 

Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy, right by his side 

Down here jackers don't hide, they be out all in the open 

Therefo' when I'm in floss mode, I might shoot anybody that's approaching 

Hit a nigga be it a bitch, cause I ain't ready to dig my ditch 

Any given time I look like new money, to somebody that wanna get rich 

Laws harassing as they pass, protect and serve they never do that 

Instead of love they pull out a billy club, and beat us till we blue black 

So fuck the laws except Officer Tony, cause he real 

Behind the badge he a Mo City nigga for life, and that's why we chill 

Rest in Peace Big H.A.W.K., I think about you all day all night 

I'll see you again one day, whenever I crap out rolling the dice of life 



[Hook]