So Houston - Z-Ro, Lil Keke, Big Baby Flava

First I’ma open up one of these bottles

Then I’ma try to open up one of these models

Candy paint on my ride, styrofoam in my hand

So many speakers in the trunk, my shit sound just like the TSU band (Ocean of

Souls)

Wood grain is what I’m grabbin' on

And Fat Pat is what I’m jammin' on (Tops Drop, Tops Drop)

Slowed down by Robert Earl Davis, better known DJ Screw

They was talkin' down in 99 now that’s how all the DJ’s DJ too (Screwed up the

world)

And it’s not H-Town, it’s H-Tine

We swang-and-bang babies, the boulevard is our playground

Elbows and Vogues, '84's or '3's

We seeing money down south 'cause that’s what we supposed to see

I’m so Houston

Pimp C would be proud of me

Fat Pat would be proud of me, yeah

And I’m so Houston

Big Moe would be proud of me

Big Hawk would be proud of me

I’m so Houston

DJ Screw would be proud of me

Big Mello would be proud of me, yeah

And I’m so Houston

Wickett Crickett would be proud of me

I know my momma would be proud of me

South side, North side, East side, we ride (we ride)

On the west you better keep your vest

Protect your chest or you will die

I know Moe’ll be proud of me

I jumped in the game and tried to fulfill your legacy

Yeah the OG’s teachin' me right-ight-ight

My city, we known for sellin' drank, pints, pints, pints

Pop Trunk, Body Rock, jam Screw

Splash Town still holdin', what it do?

If you think something sweet, you a fool

'Cause Big Baby gon' keep a toolie too

I’m so Houston (Yes)

Pimp C would be proud of me

Fat Pat would be proud of me, (Yeah) yeah

And I’m so Houston (I'm so H-Tine)

Big Moe would be proud of me (Don, Ke, I’m here)

Big Hawk would be proud of me

I’m so Houston (S.U.C. Captain, my brother Ro, what’s up?)

DJ Screw would be proud of me

Big Mello would be proud of me, yeah

And I’m so Houston

Wickett Crickett would be proud of me (I swear)

I know my momma would be proud of me (I swear)

Ayy, blowin' grass in the drop and the crop strong

Slow speed, float by, and the top gone

Chopped up, Robert Earl, not a Pop song

If they ain’t '84's, then I ain’t home

88, 610, South side

45, 59, let’s ride

EZ TAG on the beltway, nigga

Gettin' ghost in the white and the foreign ain’t Tide (I swear)

Bad bitches got a nigga on the run

And these snitches keep a nigga with a gun (Bow-bow)

Houston, Texas, where they don’t bar none

S.U.C.

day one, and they call him Young Don (Don Ke)

Gettin' payed when ya work stay clean

H-Town, yeah, I’m so 13

Ice it up, pour it up, mo' lean

Seven figures, eight figures, mo' cream my dream (get paid)

95, it’s a real hot day

Ridin' slab, might as well not play

Cuttin' corners in the real fresh 'ray

Jammin' Ro in the Mo, ridin' blue over grey

Yeah, my heart still in the slab line

Niggas hating, but they can’t have me

Yeah, we ball 'til we fall, stand tall

'Cause we so H-Tine, H-Tine

I’m so Houston

Pimp C would be proud of me

Fat Pat would be proud of me, yeah

And I’m so Houston

Big Moe would be proud of me

Big Hawk would be proud of me

I’m so Houston

DJ Screw would be proud of me

Big Mello would be proud of me, yeah

And I’m so Houston

Wickett Crickett would be proud of me

I know my momma would be proud of me