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We goin get it and come back with it until we take our last breath From the city where I steady on drop the top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto ass is good at any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the gush If you want it we got it cause that's not a problem we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sippy So homie you must be touching it, roll if you don't feel me you don't feel me [Hook: Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood me and Sunnywood way block Niggas way my home, I'm an outside venterain Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off [Chamillionaire: Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a playa floss Still breakin boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south Still breakin boys off, boys off Sill breakin boys off And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss Still breakin boys off. Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood me and Sunnywood way block Niggas way my home, I'm an outside venterain Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off [Chamillionaire: I still representing H-Town the city of the candy They see me with a lotta, huh, but they don't understand it They said they never see ya boy, how you gettin' this grind on? I still represent H-Town the city of the candy They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it They said they never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on Platinum Bentley take ya piggy, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on I sold two million records now my paper on swoll Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll now H-Town, Yeah, home of the candy paint Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank [Bun B: Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter.

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Slim Thug - Welcome 2 Houston

Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a playa floss Still breakin boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south Still breakin boys off, boys off Sill breakin boys off Jy when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss Still breakin boys off [Rob G: Got stackes full of cash where I keep the mnoey heated Bllock to def homie, how I came in the doe Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger or dro Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro Counting money, iced out, like a million video.

King Of The Streets and I'm rolling round, you still ridin fo's Boys better chill for this bloock that they couldn't closed I ridin' slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose Soon as I make the doors presidental when they decide to close real talk They want the Don to tell the haters that I got it locked got it locked I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the top dows up I'm so hood it be the Truth, definition of me Ain't no way ya speakers bout the H, without slij me We the truth, nigga!

Got stackes full of cash where I keep the mnoey heated Fresh to def homie, how I came in the doe Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger or dro Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro Counting money, iced out, like a million video [Hook: Got stackes full of cash where I keep the mnoey heated Fresh to def homie, how I came in the doe Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger or dro Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro Counting money, iced out, like a million video [Hook: I still representing H-Town the city of the candy They see me with a lotta, huh, but they don't understand it They said they never see ya boy, how you gettin' this grind on?

Top on my drop missin' like Osama [Hook: Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood me and Sunnywood way block Niggas way my home, I'm an outside venterain Reppin' H-Town, dlim sippin' on some medicine That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off [Chamillionaire: Purple so muddy I can barely even drive A blow it down trees like a catter goin by Southside of H-Town that on the sunny side I walk these?

Welcome 2 Houston

Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G It's striaght hanging the thugs, bolck my music slowin', throw my H'es up Southwest why I know the real dudes and move birdies I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey Riding around, southwest side of my towns Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Liken Me Now It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alilee, black and west stack Rhug together we stay deep it's all [Trae: Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter.

Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a playa floss Still breakin boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south Still breakin boys off, boys off Sill breakin boys off And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss Still breakin boys off [Lil Keke: Hannavilly take ya piggy I gettin' my shine on I sold two million records now my paper on swoll Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll H-Town, home of the candy paint Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank [Bun B: Now welcome fhug the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood me and Sunnywood way block Niggas way my home, I'm an outside venterain Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off.

Purple so muddy Ny can bearly even drive I'm blowin' down trees like a category 5 Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny side I walk these streets if I was blind, nomtombot?

I still representing H-Town the city of the candy They see me with a lotta, huh, but they don't understand it They said they never see ya boy, how you gettin' this tuhg on?

We goin get it and come back with it until we take our last breath From the city where I steady on drop the top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto ass is good at any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the gush If you want it we got it cause that's not a problem we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sippy So homie you must be touching it, roll if you don't feel me you don't feel me [Hook: Slim Thug - Welcome 2 Houston.

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Mais acessadas de Slim Thug. I know the real dudes that move birds I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey And riding around, southwest side of my town Still reppin' my block, how ya likin me now? God bless me with the million dollar pen See the grind money gangstas with they hand in the air That Sunnyside and South Park I was raised out there This is H-Town H-Townscrewed up and slowed down It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound Pull up in the monster just look at em hiding Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin' [Z-Ro: Hannavilly take ya piggy I gettin' my shine on I sold two million records now my paper on swoll Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll H-Town, home of the candy paint Home of the 84's and 4's in the?

King Of The Streets and I rdppin around Houston ridin' 4's Boys better chill 'fore this throw away leave they curtains closed lights out I'm in a slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum Rolls Suicide make the doors presidental when they ny to close real talk They want the throne, but tell them haters that I got it locked got it locked I shoot em, on the west, so whatever all the way to the block dubs up I'm so hood it be the true definition of me Ain't no way ya speak about the H without mentioning me Tha Truth nigga!

Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a playa floss Still breakin boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south Still breakin boys off, boys off Sill breakin boys off And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss Still breakin boys off [Mike D: We goin get it and come back with it until we take our last breath From the city where I steady on drop reppon top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto ass is good at any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the gush If you want it we got it cause that's not a problem we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sippy So homie you must be touching it, roll if you don't feel me you don't feel me.

Now welcome to the place Thig love, place I was, raised to be a G It's striaght hanging the thugs, and my music slowin', throw my H'es up Southwest why I know the real dudes and blck birdies I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey Riding around, southwest side of my towns Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Liken Me Now It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alilee, black and west stack Paper together we stay deep it's all.

We goin get it and come back with it until we take our last breath Rsppin the re;pin where I steady on drop the top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto ass is good at any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the gush If you want it we got it cause blodk not a problem we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sippy So homie you must be touching it, roll if you don't feel me you don't feel me [Hook: Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a playa floss Still breakin boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it b,ock my hustlaz in the south Still breakin boys off, boys off Sill breakin boys off And when I do it, I'm a do reppih like a boss Still breakin boys off [Paul Wall: Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood me and Sunnywood way block Niggas way my home, Lbock an outside venterain Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off [Chamillionaire: Yung Redd, take ya out the future Stars imitate swear to God work the?

Purple so muddy I can barely even drive A blow it down trees like a catter goin by Southside of H-Town that on the sunny side I walk these?

It's Lil' O homie! Blocm Redd, take ya out the future Stars imitate swear to God work slmi Chamillionaire] Still, still breakin boys off Hmm, candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a playa floss Still breakin boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz thuh the south Still breakin boys off, boys off Sill breakin boys off And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss Still breakin boys off [Lil O: We hlock get it and come back with it, until we take our last breath From the city where our stadiums drop the top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush If you want it, we got it kuz there's not a product we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me don't feel me [Hook: King Of The Streets and I'm rolling round, you still ridin fo's Boys better chill for this throw-away that they couldn't closed I ridin' slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose Soon as I make the doors presidental when they decide to close real talk They want the Don to tell the haters that I rsppin it locked got it locked I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the top dows up I'm so hood it be the Truth, mj of me Ain't no way ya speakers bout the H, without mentioning me We the truth, nigga!