LeToya: Gangsta grillz

Chorus (Ad-libs in parenth.):It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne (Yeah)It's all about the slab baby, all about the...(yeah)Blowing up in H-Town...Blowing up in H-Town...(Tell me what y'all know about this H-town chick)It's screw in Houston...H-Town H-TownIt's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayneIt's all about the slab baby, all about the..Makes the beat chop chop....Makes the beat chop chop....Makes the beat chop, makes the beat chopH-Town H-Town1st Verse:I like them gangsta grizillsRiding through like did you see those big wheelsPop trunk and let me feel, I got chillsNow what you know about a baller, shotcallerNow won't you tell me what it do, where you fromI'm from Houston keeping it screwed upAnd what you used to, tippin' on 44'sOn the north they stay braided up, south faded upHook:I see you with ya candypaintDo you got them dollas manIt's all about the heavyweightLet me hear ya holla manHouston you know what it doLet me hear ya holla manToya just too much for youLet me hear ya holla, ohChorus2nd Verse:I got a thang for them gangstas with grillzTop to bottom like he spendin big skrillSo what you into, tell me home what's the dealCause I wanna be your baby, driving you crazyCause we act a fool where I'm fromHouston, Texas keeping it screwed upAnd you can bet a thug is what I'm used toCause that's what I'm all about, want you to holla outHookChorusRap (Killa Kyleon):That's rightThey know who it isKillaRun it4 tires, 4's spinning like a ceiling fanSeats reclined, smokin' pine with wheel in my handDiamonds shinin', gangsta grill lookin like a 100 grandNow that's a Texas thang, mayne you wouldn't understandYea we got that country grammar just like the St. LunaticsIn Texas "We screwed up" that's how we be doing itCause round here, it ain't all about account and brokersBoys sitting fat with stacks taller than the AlamoHookChorus