[Intro: Trae tha Truth]

Chyeah, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

You ain’t shit if you ain’t screwed up, for real

[Verse 1: Z-Ro & Trae tha Truth]

Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw

Where we say "know what I'm saying" and "what it do?"

And if a nigga don’t like it, tell them bitches I rep Texas

Topless in the slab I come through

Elbow and Vogues and expensive clothes

Candy paint our cars, big booties on our hoes

Got diamonds in our mouth, still representin' the south

Pull the truck up bitch, I’m swanging four’s

I sip codeine out the styrofoam, 27-10 is the kind of grind on

I ain’t ever love a bitch so I ride alone

Prolly why them niggas ain’t on the shine I’m on

Big dully trucks with the big rims

And the Cadillac with the fifth wheel

We from the hood and we keep steel

If you try to jack, you gon' get killed

I don’t wear my britches tight, I wear them loose

Active Athlete for all my footwear, homie I got too many shoes

I'm the man in my city, tell them niggas I won't lose

Cross that path and my nigga Hawk, we still gon’ chunk the deuce

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]

Find me in the hood in the city that I claim

Moving slow like the music that I bang, screwed-screwed up

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Tex-

Gla-Glass underneath, beatin'-beatin' my block

Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

You can find me in H-O-U-S-T-O-N ridin' in

Candy trim on pokey rims with a ten and her friends

Trae the Truth ridin’ right behind

Two cups full and I'm on my grind

Talkin' down, respect my mind

I’ll show you boys how Texas get down

Rolex time, top lift back

On my nuts cause I got that sack

Papered up to the roof, it stack

Hoes wanna hate but it don’t mean jack

Where's there’s money, that’s where I’m at

That Texas grind, that’s all I know

Bangin' Screw and drankin' Big Moe

And basically get that dough, bro

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]

Northside where the boss ride, every day, I got play outside

Leavin' them haters mouth wide

Can't be denied when they see me slide

Through the hood like I live there, shit, I got a few cribs there

All my G’s still chill there, we barbecuin' them ribs there

Smoke blunts and sip punch like it's lunch, every day, we do it

Listenin' to nothin but Texas music

Perfect match for that good fluid

Find me in the hood in the city I claim

Everybody down in H-Town know me mayne

It ain't a choice, I can’t change, I'ma rep the north like I gang bang

Thugga

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]

Find me in the hood in the city that I claim

Moving slow like the music that I bang, screwed-screwed up

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Tex-

Gla-Glass underneath, beatin'-beatin' my block

Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas

[Verse 4: Kirko Bangz]

Uhh, I got a bad ass bitch, parked outside

Yella diamond my wrist, if it’s dark outside

Pull a lil’ bitch then I catch ghost

Just a lil’ kid from the ghetto

Never had shit but I got a lil’ bit

When I got a couple hits under this belt

Throw the H up, nigga, I ain’t tryna belch or nothin’

Ain't got a whole lotta money but I'm wealthy money

I sip a whole lotta drank but I'm healthy mami

Daddy was cool but he couldn’t really tell me nothin'

Nah (Nah) everybody think a nigga lucked up

Young Kirko, he done blew up

From the H-Town, worldwide, nigga what’s up?

[Verse 5: Bun B]

I’m Port Arthor, Texas, let’s get that straight off the top

That’s where the hustlin’ and grindin’ and the hatin’ don’t stop

From westside to the east, we out here duckin’ them cops

And coming down candy painted them motherfuckin’ chops

It’s the land of the trill, that’s where the whole thang came from

And it ain't just a word or where a rapper get his name from

It’s a way of life and we live to the fullest

For years, we represented it with blood, sweat and bullets

Ho, I’m from Texas!

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]

Find me in the hood in the city that I claim

Moving slow like the music that I bang, screwed-screwed up

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Tex-

Gla-Glass underneath, beatin'-beatin' my block

Pop-pop my trunk, chain-chain full of rocks

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas

Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas