Lyrics Houston Is - K Rino, Sunday

Houston Is

City of Houston
Get on your feet, man
Salute
Even if you wasn’t born and raised out here
You mighta moved out here
You still Houston
All good
Houston is g’d up from the start
Everybody hanging out Sunday at MacGregor Park
Listen, Houston is Third Ward to the swat
Fourteen and a Half mixtape by Darrel Scott
Say it, Houston is keeping bread in your pocket
Riding with the home team, Astros, Oilers and Rockets
Home of the soldiers so it ain’t no folding
Legendary 34s, Hakeem, Earl and Nolan
Jumping out at the club sharp as a arrow
Rhinestone Wrangler, at Carol’s
Coke cans to get in AstroWorld, no ticket
And you ain’t from H-Town if you don’t know Wickett Crickett
Say it
Houston is still my number one city
Houston is the only town I wanna live in
Always shown me lov from the beginning
Ain’t nobody like us, that’s why w still winning
For paying homage because it’s only right for me to do
Frenchy’s Chicken on Scott, we do it for TSU
From the past to the present, shouting out to the greats
Still love Phi Slama Jama, repping U of H
Who remember Club Boomerang?
Now I’m reminiscing
Killing shows with the whole South Park Coalition
J. Prince had the vision so we started believing
Get Boys made the whole world respect our region
MO City to 5th Ward, yeah, I know you loving this
Street Military, please, can I have another hit?
Got our own style, ain’t no place like it in the world
And the whole planet got Screwed Up by Robert Earl
Crazy weather but still better than any place we know
Shoutout to my Mexican family, my latino
We the trendsetters, we stay ahead of the game
got way too many legends to name
That’s why
Houston is still my number one city
Houston is the only town I wanna live in
Always shown me love from the beginning
Ain’t nobody like us, that’s why we still winning
Most of the year H-Town be hotter than the oven
Remember the Screw Shop back when it was on Cullen?
Great tapes of the Screwed Up Click wrecking them beats
Kids Jam was the first radio station from the streets
You could pick any record label, it’s all H-Town
Rap-A-Lot, Swishahouse, Big Time or Jam Down
Dope House, Sucka Free, the homies at Wreck Shop
Suave House, Straight Profit and Short Stop, say it
Houston is Greenspoint and Acres Home
Playing high school football games inside the dome
Slabs was trunks rattling, folks chasing the paper
Club Gucci’s all the way to Jamaica Jamaica
Going to different parks, hooping, Timmy Chan after
Back in the days, loading up and riding to
Still laughing and ranking even on our down days
Buying your favorite rapper’s new album from Soundwaves
Catching the metro to travel throughout the town
Couldn’t afford the Galleria, we just went to walk around
When the bus stop running at dark, we used to walk
Let’s take it to the north, and
Mr. A’s and, Cornbread’s came later
Every rapper tryna be seen on Street Flavor
Every hood apartment complex I showed up in
Houston taught me the game when I didn’t know nothing
That’s why
Houston is still my number one city
Houston is the only town I wanna live in
Always shown me love from the beginning
Ain’t nobody like us, that’s why we still winning
So throw your deuces in the air
South Side, North Side
Can you tell me how you’re doing
So throw your deuces in the air
MO City,
Can you tell me how you’re doing