Lil Keke, Z-Ro, Slim Thug, Sauce Walka - We From Texas lyrics

Pay attention, nigga: Texas is here
Ain't no stuntin'
Huntin' money for the rest of the year
SUC, Don Ke, now the pressure is near
I like it glossy
Nigga tell 'em extra coats of clear

Hell yeah, chandelier from the neck
To the ear, top tier
Got them haters out here walking in fear
That's what it is
I'm from Houston, nigga: simple and plain
Not a stain and this SLAB shit run in
My vein, hall of fame
Nigga: welcome to the Lone Star
State - check thе plate

I got Texas in my veins
My gamе is Texas pride
Yeah, the hustlers at the table
Now Texas is outside, nigga
The trill is back, we takin' off
Catch me livin' like a legend and
Movin' just like a boss

Texas tatted on my arm
Houston tatted on my back
But way before the tats
Thugga been reppin' that
That's facts and this underground
I got a lot of plaques
That's cars for these Texas boys
Better check the stats

Still holdin'
Beatin' up every road I'm rollin'
Thirteen cars: hell nah, none stolen
We some livin' legends, yeah
We movin' like a boss
20-plus in the game and still ain't fell off

I'm from Texas
And Rolexes what we was wearin'
Diamond teeth when you was
Just buyin' a necklace
Where everybody plug is they
Uncle or a Mexican
Where they pour medicine to fight
They pain when they stressin'

To make it out the pen in
My state: that's a blessing
You graduate to Huntsville from selling
Weight: that's a lesson
Where you might end up with
Four kids from all
These girls out here dressin'
All they booties fat
Slant line, all the Buicks matte: yeah
I'm from Texas where the stadiums like
Our cars all the roofs detached (Oowee)

I got Texas in my veins
My game is Texas pride
Yeah, the hustlers at the table
Now Texas is outside, nigga
The trill is back, we takin' off
Catch me livin' like a legend and
Movin' just like a boss

Boss boss

Uh, I'm livin' just like a boss
My shit look like an elementary
It don't look like a house
Shit look like chandeliers
That shit don't look like our mouths
They come here and bite our shit
That's why they shit sound like the South

Really counted a million
You know how long it took me
I'm an H Town legend
Gone take a little more to book me
I used to stand on me a cookie
I don't sell that shit no more, though
I got something to say

Used to chase money
Now it chase me like I'm running away
And can't talk to me, no one
Unless they got somethin' to pay
Don't get it twisted: I'm still me
I'll punch someone in the face
I got a bodyguard now
They right behind me while I'm walkin'

I got Texas in my veins
You hear the size when I'm talkin'
Robert Davis, Chad Butler, Kenneth Moore
And John Hawkins
Them my niggas and I miss 'em
And I think about 'em often
For them I keep goin' hard
My hustle will never soften it's the South