Mike Jones

歌詞

They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that barre about They don't know what that candy car about or smokin that jar about Texas is the home of the players and pimps Showing naked ass in the great state of Texas Third coast born, that mean we're Texas raised Texas motherfucker that's where I stay already What you know about swangers and vogues what What you know about purple drank what What you know about poppin trunk what With neon lights and candy paint What you know about white shirts you don't know Starched down jeans with a razor crease Platinum and gold on top our teeth what Big ol' chains with a iced out piece bing! You don't know about Michael Watts nuttin You don't know about DJ Screw nuttin What you know about - MAN, hold up! I done came down and what it do? already You don't know about P.A.T. uhh What you know about FREE PIMP C What you know about the Swishahouse man what What you know bout the S.U.C. nuttin We keep it player, ain't no fake We be holdin plex whenever haters hate okay We listen to music Screwed and Chopped Down here in this Lonestar state Out of towner's be comin around Runnin they mouth be talkin down But you don't know nuttin 'bout my town Either hold it down or move around They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that war about They don't know what that candy car about or smokin that jar about Texas is the home of the players and pimps Showing naked ass in the great state of Texas Third coast born, that mean we're Texas raised Texas motherfucker that's where I stay Mike Jones, me and Paul, we actin' a fool When screens fall, I'm packin' a tool I'm Texas raised, Texas made We grind daily, no minimum wage I represent the home of candy cars Screw music and purple bar Trunk bangin', fifth hangin' 84's and vogue swangin' Belt-buckles, we wear in Texas Rag-tops lay down on Lexus Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace Haters hate 'cuz we well respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone? We sittin'high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone? We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I crack a smile and show platinum mouth Every time I rap, I rep Swishahouse I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults 5 G's for me to even open my mouth They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that barre about They don't know what that candy car about or smokin that jar about Texas is the home of the players and pimps Showing naked ass in the great state of Texas Third coast born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas motherfucker that's where I stay already hold on, hold up a second 'cuz Boys comin' down blue or red Down here pimpin' ain't dead Grindin' daily to stack my bread I from the place where girls jump fly Now a days the brauds pimp brauds 'Cuz they got more game then most these guys You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed You don't know about chunkin' a deuce You don't know about a Southside fade Down here we be ridin' D's But you don't know about choppin' blades Texas Southern or Prairie View What you know about battle of the bands? Down here we got ghetto grub Like wings, chicken or Timmy Chan's You can catch me ridin' swang What you know about sippin' syrup You don't know about pourin' it up Purple drank so speech is slurred You don't know about the way we talk Boys say we got country words But I don't really care what you heard 'Cause you don't know about the Dirty Third They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that barre about They don't know what that candy car about or smokin that jar about Texas is the home of the players and pimps Showing naked ass in the great state of Texas Third coast born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas motherfucker that's where I stay Texas motherfucker that's where I stay Texas motherfucker that's where I stay