Lyrics Im From Texas - Trae Tha Truth, Slim Thug, Bun B

Im From Texas

Chyeah,
Know’m Talm bout,
And you and shit if you aint Screwed up For real
Houston Texas home of Dj Screw,
We say know’m saying
And what it do,
And if a nigga don’t like,
Tell that nigga I rep Texas,
Topless in the slab I come threw,
Elbows and vogues and expensive clothes,
Candy paint on cars,
Big Bootys on our hoes,
We got diamonds in our mouth,
Still represent the South,
With the top back nigga I’m swanging,
I sip codeine out of styrofoam,
20−17 is the kind of grine I’m own,
Aint never loved a bitch,
So I’m riding alone,
Probably why these hating on the shine that I’m on,
Big Duty trucks with the big grills,
And the Cadillac with the fifth wheels
We from the hood, And we keep still,
If you try to jack us you gone get killed
I don’t wear my britches tight,
I wear them loose,
Active athlete for all my foot wear,
Homie I got to many shoes,
I’m the man in my city,
Tell them niggas I wont loose,
Fat pat, Moe, and my nigga hawk we still gone chunk the deuce.
You can find me in the hood,
City that I claim,
Movin slow to the music,
That I best best Screwed up,
Bitch I’m from Texas,
Yeah,
Bitch I’m from Texas,
Bitch I’m from Texas,
Yeah,
Bitch I’m from Texas,
Glass (Glass) underneath,
Beat (Beat) 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
You can find me in, H.O.U.S.T.O.N,
Ridin In,
Candy Trim,
On Pokey rims,
With a ten,
And her Friend,
Trae Tha Truth riding right behind me,
Two cups full,
Then I’m on my Grine,
Talk Dine,
Respect my mind,
I’ll Show you boys how Texas get dine,
Rolex Time,
Top let back,
On my nuts,
Cas I got that sac,
Paper up to the roof that’s that,
Haters wanna hate,
But it don’t mean jack,
Where there’s money,
That’s where I’m at,
That Texas grine,
Is all I know,
Bangin' Screw,
And dranking Big Mo,
I’m just getting that dough bro
Nawf side,
Where the boss ride,
Everday I go play outside,
Leaving them haters mouth,
They talkin' dine,
Cas they see me shinnin
Through the hood like I live there,
Shit I got a few cribs there,
All my g’s still chill there,
We barbecuing them ribs there,
Smoke blunts,
And sip punch,
Like it’s lunch,
Everyday we do it,
Listenin' to nun but Texas music,
Perfect Collab for that good fluid,
Find me in the hood,
In the city I claim,
Everybody dine in h-tine,
Know me mane,
It aint a choice,
I can’t chang,
Imma rep the Nawf,
Like I gangbang
(Thugga)
(Uh)
I got a bada ass bitch,
Parked outside,
Yella dime in 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 gotta lil bit,
When I got a couple hips under this belt,
Throw the H up,
Nigga I aint Tryna Belch or nun,
Aint gotta a whole lotta money,
But I’m wealthy,
I sip a whole lotta drank,
But I’m healthy mami,
Daddy was cool,
But he really couldnt tell me nun
(Uh!)
Everybody thinking a nigga lurked up,
Young kirko,
He done blew up,
From the H-tine,
Worldwide nigga wassup?
I’m from Port Author Texas,
Lets get this straight of the top,
This where the,
Hustlin' and the Grinin' and the hatin'
Don’t stop,
I’m Westside toEastside tell the niggas we out here ducking them cops,
Comin' dine candy paint on the Muthafucking chart,
This the land of the trill,
This where the whole thing came from,
And it aint just a word,
But where a rapper get his name from,
It’s a way of life,
And we live it to the fullest,
But years we represent it,
But we blood sweat and bull it
(I'm From Texas)