Slim Thug, Paul Wall, Bun B - U of H Fight Song lyrics
[Slim Thug, Paul Wall, Bun B - U of H Fight Song lyrics]
DJ Michael Watts, shoutout to U of H man
What it is, man?
Red, white, Cougars, fight
Red, white, Cougars, let's go
Touchdown H-town, yeah it's time to celebrate
Thugga never losing
Something like the U of H
Touchdown H-town, yeah it's time to celebrate
Thugga never losing
Something like the U of H
My city cheer for me and
The pretty girls adore me
Used to overlook me now it's
Hard to ignore me my team stay winning from
Beginning to the ending
Me and Paul Wall the perfect
Match like Pat and Keenum
Levis is my denim, all black and white tees
And we gon' fight fight
Until we seeing victory
All my Cougars ride for me
And I'mma rap for y'all
Then we gon' win some trophies
Cause we know how to ball
Break whoever, we won't fall
We'll wreck 'em all
And when it's over guess who's
Still gon' be standing tall?
The H is up, represent
Red, white, Cougars, fight
Red, white, Cougars, let's go
It's big Bun B, I'm the OG, you know me
Most times I'm staying low key
But today I'm about to OD
This one for the Cougars
So you already know we gon' spell it out
G-O C-O-O-G-S
Yes the University of Houston up in your face
Get that bitch, get it up to young Case
You gon' see the Cougars in first place
If that BCS don't know by now
We gon' show them something
Cougars came to play okay
You can put that on Coach Sumlin
It's nothing, got ground game, got air game
Got defense, not fair mayne
And I swear mayne, don't try to disrespect us
Cause when you diss the Cougars
Man, you dissing Houston, texas hold up
Red, white, Cougars, fight
Red, white, Cougars, let's go
Ah hell, the red and white
Got a 44 in my Sprite
Them haters up in my sight, but I never run
Not quite just ask around, that's right
We really not that type
We rarely back down from a fight
Been working hard all my life
You evade just where I'm at
So you're slow and you lack
Posted up in front of them Moody Towers
In the downstairs and the back
Big faced paper is what I stack
Now somebody gon' hate on that
I've been calling plays like Coach Sumlin
You can go review my stats
Stomping them haters like we was at Rats
Competition looking at our backs
I'm out running routes like Patrick Edwards
So a whole lot of yards is what I rack
I'm with Slim Thug and I like
This black, white and red
Stacking that bread
Putting up wins for the city
Just look at that work we did
And the blood we shed
Red, white, Cougars, fight
Red, white, Cougars, let's go
What it is, man?
Red, white, Cougars, fight
Red, white, Cougars, let's go
Touchdown H-town, yeah it's time to celebrate
Thugga never losing
Something like the U of H
Touchdown H-town, yeah it's time to celebrate
Thugga never losing
Something like the U of H
My city cheer for me and
The pretty girls adore me
Used to overlook me now it's
Hard to ignore me my team stay winning from
Beginning to the ending
Me and Paul Wall the perfect
Match like Pat and Keenum
Levis is my denim, all black and white tees
And we gon' fight fight
Until we seeing victory
All my Cougars ride for me
And I'mma rap for y'all
Then we gon' win some trophies
Cause we know how to ball
Break whoever, we won't fall
We'll wreck 'em all
And when it's over guess who's
Still gon' be standing tall?
The H is up, represent
Red, white, Cougars, fight
Red, white, Cougars, let's go
It's big Bun B, I'm the OG, you know me
Most times I'm staying low key
But today I'm about to OD
This one for the Cougars
So you already know we gon' spell it out
G-O C-O-O-G-S
Yes the University of Houston up in your face
Get that bitch, get it up to young Case
You gon' see the Cougars in first place
If that BCS don't know by now
We gon' show them something
Cougars came to play okay
You can put that on Coach Sumlin
It's nothing, got ground game, got air game
Got defense, not fair mayne
And I swear mayne, don't try to disrespect us
Cause when you diss the Cougars
Man, you dissing Houston, texas hold up
Red, white, Cougars, fight
Red, white, Cougars, let's go
Ah hell, the red and white
Got a 44 in my Sprite
Them haters up in my sight, but I never run
Not quite just ask around, that's right
We really not that type
We rarely back down from a fight
Been working hard all my life
You evade just where I'm at
So you're slow and you lack
Posted up in front of them Moody Towers
In the downstairs and the back
Big faced paper is what I stack
Now somebody gon' hate on that
I've been calling plays like Coach Sumlin
You can go review my stats
Stomping them haters like we was at Rats
Competition looking at our backs
I'm out running routes like Patrick Edwards
So a whole lot of yards is what I rack
I'm with Slim Thug and I like
This black, white and red
Stacking that bread
Putting up wins for the city
Just look at that work we did
And the blood we shed
Red, white, Cougars, fight
Red, white, Cougars, let's go