paroles de chanson Houston - DJ RPM , Slim Thug , Chamillionaire , Paul Wall
Texas
tatted
on
my
arm,
got
Houston
on
my
back
'Cause
I
love
the
city
I'm
from,
hands
up
if
you
feel
that
I
ball
hard
like
a
Texan,
every
Sunday
catch
me
wreckin'
[?],
code
name
Boss
because
you
can't
catch
him
And
they
catch
them
bops
like
Dre
do
Ball
hard
like
I
play
too,
run
that
back
like
Jay
do
Bet
a
couple
[?]
and
we
play
you
We
came
to
win,
can't
take
a
loss
Ain't
shit
'bout
that
H
South,
Team
strong
we'll
break
'em
off,
lay
'em
down
then
rake
'em
out
Car
roof
like
[?],
when
the
sun's
out
I
drop
the
top
H-Town
we
shinin'
red
white
and
blue
in
that
lot
See
you
boys
in
the
playoffs,
bet
you
this
year
we
on
top
And
if
you
from
that
H
like
me,
you
already
know
what
I'm
talkin'
'bout
I'm
from
Houston,
Texas
home
of
the
Texans
Texas
Tatted
on
my
arm,
Houston
on
my
back
I'm
from
Houston,
Texas
home
of
the
Texans
Texas
Tatted
on
my
arm,
Houston
on
my
back
I'm
from
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
best
Stop
complainin'
just
a
little
bit
less
and
start
to
quest
on
the
road
to
success
We
got
now
and
we
got
next,
say
it
loud
with
some
bass
in
your
chest
Haters
hate
but
now
they
on
jock
like
Joseph
and
Queen
the
corners
on
lock
I
come
through
the
line
like
Brian
Kush
and
then
I
can't
be
blocked
like
JJ
Watt
Now
we
on
top,
no
more
middle,
like
Super
Mario
I'm
a
hard
hitter
Can't
be
stopped,
don't
be
bitter,
never
give
up
'cause
I'm
a
go
getter
In
the
groupie
and
I
wade
through
you,
she
like
Torro
and
the
whole
crew
In
battle
red
or
liberty
white
out,
I
might
come
out
in
the
deep
still
blue
I
thought
boys
knew,
don't
be
surprised,
tell
them
boys
about
Texas
pride
We
ride
for
each
other
when
we
on
the
otherside
and
if
you
ain't
[?]
Hold
up
If
you
ain't
from
Texas,
you
didn't
get
the
message
Let
me
give
you
boys
a
quick
lesson
then
I
swore
to
God
to
be
fresh
to
death,
I
didn't
die
so
time
to
get
fresh
again
You
know
the
H
what
I'm
reppin'
and
it's
like
35%
Mexican
And
that's
so
ironic
(why?)
Every
cup
is
like
35%
beverage
and
65%
medicine
Plenty
[?]
for
thick
specimens
A
million
fine
and
bad
yela's
and
that's
like
22%
lesbian
And
in
my
zone
what
you
steppin'
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'
y'all
never
been
Hit
your
woman
and
let
her
in
to
my
vehicle
that
I
never
tint
That
brain
got
to
be
official
baby,
no
artificial
intelligence
I'm
runnin
in
it
like
Andre,
if
y'all
ain't
from
Houston
I
ain't
convinced
'Cause
y'all
touch
down
in
our
city
once
and
been
rappin'
like
you
are
ever
since
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