LeToya Luckett, Mike Jones, Killa Kyleon - Gangsta Grillz lyrics

All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby all about the

Blowin up on H Town
Tell me what ya'll know about
This H Town chick

All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby all about the

Make the beat chop chop (h Town)

I like them gangsta grillz
Ridin through like 'did you
See those big wheels?'
Pop the trunk and let me feel, I got chills
Now whatchu know about a ballaa, shot calla
Now wontchu tell me wat it do
Where you from?
Im from Houston, keepin it screwed up
Ain't whatchu used to, tippin on 44's
On the north they stay braided
Up south faded up

I see you with the candy paint
Do you got them dollas mayn?
Its all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya mayn
Houston, you know wat it do
Let me hear ya holla mayn
LeToya just too much for you
Let me hear ya holla

All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby all about the

Blowin up on H Town
Let me hear you screw it, it's Houston
H Town

All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby all about the

Make the beat chop chop (H Town)

I got a thang for them gangstas with grills
Top to bottom like he's spendin big scrill
So watcha into, tell me homie whats the deal?
Cause, I wanna be your baby, drivin you crazy
Cause we act a fool where Im from
Houston, Texas keepin it screwed up
And you can bet, a thug is what Im used to
Cause it's what Im all about
Want you to holla out

I see you with the candy paint
Do you got them dollas mayn?
Its all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya mayn
Houston, you know wat it do
Let me hear ya holla mayn
LeToya just too much for you
Let me hear ya holla

All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby all about the

Blowin up on H Town
Let me hear you screw it, it's Houston
H Town

All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby all about the

Make the beat chop chop (H Town)

Thats right, they know who is it run it
4 tires, 4's spinnin like a ceilin fan
Seats reclinin
Smokin pine with the wheel in my hand
Diamonds shinin
Gangsta grill look like a hundred grand
Now thats a Texas thang mayn
You wouldn't understand
We got that country grammer
Just like the StLunatics in Texas
(we screwed up) Thats how we
Be doin it! (Thats right) cause round here
It ain't all about the canabope?
Cause boy sittin fat with tacs
Taller than the alamo?

I see you with the candy paint
Do you got them dollas mayn?
Its all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya mayn
Houston, you know wat it do
Let me holla mayn
LeToya just too much for you
Let me hear ya holla

All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby all about the

Blowin up on H Town
Let me hear you screw it, it's Houston
H Town

All bout the candy paint
All about the '4's baby
All about the sound baby all about the

Make the beat chop chop (H Town)