[Verse 1 Thug] Texas on my arm, got Houston on my back Cause I love the city I'm from, hands up if you feel I ball hard like a Texan, Sunday catch me wreckin ?, code name Foster because you catch him And they them bops like Dre do Ball hard like I play too, run back like Jay do Better come prepared we play you We to win, cant take a loss shit bout that H South, Team well break em off, lay em down then rake em out Car roof Reliant, when the suns out I drop the top H-Town we shinin, red white and in that lot See you boys in the playoffs, bet you year we on top And if you from that H like me, you already know Im talkin bout
Im from Houston, Texas home of the [x3] Texas Tatted on my arm, on my back Im from Houston, Texas home of the Texans Texas on my arm, Houston on my back
[Verse 2 Wall] Im that HOU TEX, non-believers get put to the death Then hard times, we get put to the test, but dedication turn the last to the Stop complainin just a little bit less and start to on the road to success We got now and we got next, say it loud some bass in your chest Haters hate but now they on jock like Joseph and the corners on lock I through the line like Brian Cushing and then I cant be blocked like JJ Watt Now we on top, no more middle, like Mario I'm a hard hitter be stopped, dont be bitter, never give up cause Im a go getter In the and I wade through you, she like Toro and the whole crew In battle red or liberty white out, I come out in the deep steel blue I thought boys knew, dont be surprised, tell boys about Texans pride We ride for each other we on the otherside and if you aint down dont step aside
[Verse 3 up If you aint from Texas, you didnt get the Let me give you boys a quick lesson I swore to God to be fresh to death, I didnt die so to get fresh again You know the H what Im reppin in and its 35% Mexican And thats so (why?) Every cup is 35% beverage and 65% medicine ? for thick specimens A million fine and bad yelas and thats like 22% And in my zone what you in, then I bet my fist is gone check a chin Cause that trill in Bun, and that trill is Pimp, and that trill is somethin never been Hit your woman and let her in to my vehicle that I tint That brain got to be official baby, no artificial Im runnin in it Andre, if yall aint from Houston I aint convinced Cause touchdown in our city once and been rappin like you are ever since