[{"id":22305191,"name":"Welcome 2 Houston","trackName":"Welcome 2 Houston","artistName":"Slim Thug","albumName":"Welcome 2 Houston","duration":414.171429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Slim thugga, motherfucker\n\nNow welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\nPop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\nBorn and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\nMarried to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\nAcres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\nRepping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\nAin't nobody better than the boss when I floss\nIt's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n\nGot plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\nAnd it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\nShaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\nBentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\nIn the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\nTV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\nYou ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\nTop of my drop still missin' as Osama\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n(Mike Jones)\nI still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\nThey see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\nThey say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\nPhantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\nI've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\nThe mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\nH-town (yeah)\nHome of the candy paint\nHome of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n\nYo this the city that's slow (slow)\nThe city that's thawed (thawed)\nThe city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\nThe city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\nHustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\nWhere they sip that paint (sip that paint)\nAnd drip that paint (drip that paint)\nAnd drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\nThis Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\nHustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\nWhere the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\nWe ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\nFrom South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\nI'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\nFrom Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\nWe steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\nHit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n\nHaha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nPurple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\nBlowin' down trees like a category five\nSouthside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\nI could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\nYung Redd, take ya out the future\nStars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\nRobert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\nTo my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n\n(Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\nH-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\nGod blessed me with the million dollar pen\nSee them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\nThat Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\nThis is H-Town (H-Town)\nScrewed up and slowed down\nIt's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\nPull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\nDon Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n\nH-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\nWe go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\nFrom the city where our stadiums drop the top\nZ-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\nThe white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\nIf you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\nWe used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\nSo homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\nWelcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\nComing down the slab line the fo's crip walking\nTogether we stand, divided we fall, yeah\nNorth and the south together we ball\nFuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\nLemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\nIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\nThe drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n\nState to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\nSix backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\nY'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\nGot stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\nFresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\nPrada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\nPut ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\nCounting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n\nNow welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\nIt's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\nSouthwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\nI go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\nRiding around, southwest side of my towm\nStill reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\nIts from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\nBlack and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\nIt's Rob G!\n\nYeah\nKing of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\nBoys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\nI'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\nSuicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\nThey want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\nI shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\nI'm so hood it be the true definition of me\nAin't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nAy I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\nIf I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\nBraeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\nWest Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\nI'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\nAnd I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\nAnd you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\nI'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n\nNow I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\nFor the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\nI knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\nEight's over ice straight product of the H\nSouthside, I never was no big socializer\nWith Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\nLike Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\nThis game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.24] Slim thugga, motherfucker\n[00:23.44] Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n[00:26.74] Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n[00:29.83] Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n[00:33.27] Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n[00:36.28] Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n[00:38.91] Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n[00:42.25] Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n[00:45.00] It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n[00:47.77] Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n[00:51.07] And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n[00:54.18] Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n[00:57.38] Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n[01:00.53] In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n[01:03.21] TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n[01:06.24] You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n[01:09.60] Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n[01:11.92] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[01:15.24] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[01:17.85] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[01:19.34] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[01:21.21] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[01:23.86] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[01:25.88] Gotta do it for the north\n[01:27.37] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[01:30.09] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[01:33.78] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[01:34.46] (Mike Jones)\n[01:36.29] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n[01:39.74] They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n[01:42.83] They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n[01:45.92] Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n[01:49.19] I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n[01:51.78] The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n[01:55.14] H-town (yeah)\n[01:56.57] Home of the candy paint\n[01:58.26] Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n[02:00.85] Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n[02:02.50] The city that's thawed (thawed)\n[02:04.06] The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n[02:07.21] The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n[02:09.98] Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n[02:13.04] Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n[02:14.99] And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n[02:16.32] And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n[02:19.24] 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n[02:23.02] This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n[02:24.41] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[02:28.07] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[02:30.37] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[02:32.65] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[02:34.02] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[02:36.37] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[02:38.63] Gotta do it for the north\n[02:40.40] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[02:42.43] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[02:46.12] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[02:49.07] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n[02:52.30] Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n[02:55.51] We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n[02:58.11] From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n[03:01.52] I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n[03:04.42] From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n[03:07.50] We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n[03:10.70] Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n[03:13.17] Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[03:13.97] Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n[03:17.05] Blowin' down trees like a category five\n[03:19.92] Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n[03:22.88] I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n[03:25.91] Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n[03:29.13] Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n[03:32.25] Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n[03:34.84] To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n[03:37.11] (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[03:41.06] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[03:43.48] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[03:45.43] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[03:46.96] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[03:49.45] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[03:51.60] Gotta do it for the north\n[03:53.13] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[03:55.56] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[03:59.18] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n[04:02.35] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n[04:05.27] God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n[04:08.50] See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n[04:11.28] That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n[04:13.93] This is H-Town (H-Town)\n[04:16.11] Screwed up and slowed down\n[04:17.48] It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n[04:20.55] Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n[04:23.53] Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n[04:26.80] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n[04:29.36] We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n[04:32.32] From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n[04:35.47] Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n[04:39.31] The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n[04:41.86] If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n[04:44.68] We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n[04:48.09] So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n[04:51.08] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[04:53.71] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[04:56.14] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[04:58.02] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[04:59.82] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[05:02.19] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[05:04.31] Gotta do it for the north\n[05:05.95] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[05:08.55] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[05:12.25] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n[05:15.36] Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n[05:18.28] Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n[05:21.42] Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n[05:24.62] North and the south together we ball\n[05:27.13] Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n[05:30.39] Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n[05:33.14] It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n[05:36.10] The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n[05:39.43] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n[05:42.34] Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n[05:45.18] Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n[05:48.77] Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n[05:51.45] Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n[05:54.69] Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n[05:57.83] Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n[06:01.17] Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n[06:03.66] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[06:06.85] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[06:08.84] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[06:11.26] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[06:13.04] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[06:15.10] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[06:17.46] Gotta do it for the north\n[06:19.07] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[06:21.21] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n[06:25.38] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n[06:27.85] Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n[06:31.12] It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n[06:34.53] Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n[06:37.72] I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n[06:40.88] Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n[06:43.49] Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n[06:46.29] Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n[06:48.79] Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n[06:51.53] It's Rob G!\n[06:52.44] Yeah\n[06:53.19] King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n[06:55.66] Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n[06:59.35] I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n[07:01.71] Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n[07:05.10] They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n[07:08.03] I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n[07:10.98] I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n[07:14.25] Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n[07:16.73] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[07:19.41] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[07:21.83] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[07:23.59] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[07:25.98] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[07:28.26] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[07:30.24] Gotta do it for the north\n[07:31.61] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[07:34.15] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[07:38.10] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[07:40.88] Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n[07:43.76] If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n[07:46.78] Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n[07:50.25] West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n[07:53.48] I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n[07:55.73] And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n[07:59.05] And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n[08:02.36] I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n[08:05.12] Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n[08:08.16] For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n[08:11.46] I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n[08:14.13] Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n[08:17.79] Southside, I never was no big socializer\n[08:20.64] With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n[08:23.89] Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n[08:27.13] This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n[08:29.35] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[08:32.39] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[08:34.55] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[08:36.83] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[08:38.94] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[08:41.38] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[08:42.95] Gotta do it for the north\n[08:44.66] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[08:47.17] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[08:50.52] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[08:55.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome 2 Houston\n  artist: Slim Thug\n  album: Welcome 2 Houston\n  duration_ms: 414171\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Slim thugga, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 23440\n- text: Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  start_ms: 23440\n  end_ms: 26740\n- text: Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  start_ms: 26740\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 33270\n- text: Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  start_ms: 33270\n  end_ms: 36280\n- text: Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  start_ms: 36280\n  end_ms: 38910\n- text: Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  start_ms: 38910\n  end_ms: 42250\n- text: Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  start_ms: 42250\n  end_ms: 45000\n- text: It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 45000\n  end_ms: 47770\n- text: Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  start_ms: 47770\n  end_ms: 51070\n- text: And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  start_ms: 51070\n  end_ms: 54180\n- text: Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  start_ms: 54180\n  end_ms: 57380\n- text: Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  start_ms: 57380\n  end_ms: 60530\n- text: In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  start_ms: 60530\n  end_ms: 63210\n- text: TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  start_ms: 63210\n  end_ms: 66240\n- text: You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  start_ms: 66240\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 71920\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 71920\n  end_ms: 75240\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 75240\n  end_ms: 77850\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 77850\n  end_ms: 79340\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 79340\n  end_ms: 81210\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 81210\n  end_ms: 83860\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 83860\n  end_ms: 85880\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 85880\n  end_ms: 87370\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 87370\n  end_ms: 90090\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 90090\n  end_ms: 93780\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 93780\n  end_ms: 94460\n- text: (Mike Jones)\n  start_ms: 94460\n  end_ms: 96290\n- text: I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  start_ms: 96290\n  end_ms: 99740\n- text: They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  start_ms: 99740\n  end_ms: 102830\n- text: They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  start_ms: 102830\n  end_ms: 105920\n- text: Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  start_ms: 105920\n  end_ms: 109190\n- text: I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n  start_ms: 109190\n  end_ms: 111780\n- text: The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  start_ms: 111780\n  end_ms: 115140\n- text: H-town (yeah)\n  start_ms: 115140\n  end_ms: 116570\n- text: Home of the candy paint\n  start_ms: 116570\n  end_ms: 118260\n- text: Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n  start_ms: 118260\n  end_ms: 120850\n- text: Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 120850\n  end_ms: 122500\n- text: The city that's thawed (thawed)\n  start_ms: 122500\n  end_ms: 124060\n- text: The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n  start_ms: 124060\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129980\n- text: Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n  start_ms: 129980\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 134990\n- text: And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  start_ms: 134990\n  end_ms: 136320\n- text: And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  start_ms: 136320\n  end_ms: 139240\n- text: 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  start_ms: 139240\n  end_ms: 143020\n- text: This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n  start_ms: 143020\n  end_ms: 144410\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 144410\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 150370\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 150370\n  end_ms: 152650\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 152650\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 156370\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 156370\n  end_ms: 158630\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 158630\n  end_ms: 160400\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 160400\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 169070\n- text: Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  start_ms: 169070\n  end_ms: 172300\n- text: Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  start_ms: 172300\n  end_ms: 175510\n- text: We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  start_ms: 175510\n  end_ms: 178110\n- text: From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  start_ms: 178110\n  end_ms: 181520\n- text: I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  start_ms: 181520\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 187500\n- text: We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  start_ms: 187500\n  end_ms: 190700\n- text: Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n  start_ms: 190700\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 193970\n- text: Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n  start_ms: 193970\n  end_ms: 197050\n- text: Blowin' down trees like a category five\n  start_ms: 197050\n  end_ms: 199920\n- text: Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  start_ms: 199920\n  end_ms: 202880\n- text: I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n  start_ms: 202880\n  end_ms: 205910\n- text: Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  start_ms: 205910\n  end_ms: 209130\n- text: Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n  start_ms: 209130\n  end_ms: 212250\n- text: Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  start_ms: 212250\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 217110\n- text: (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 217110\n  end_ms: 221060\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 221060\n  end_ms: 223480\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 223480\n  end_ms: 225430\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 225430\n  end_ms: 226960\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 226960\n  end_ms: 229450\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 229450\n  end_ms: 231600\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 231600\n  end_ms: 233130\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 233130\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 239180\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 239180\n  end_ms: 242350\n- text: H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  start_ms: 242350\n  end_ms: 245270\n- text: God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  start_ms: 245270\n  end_ms: 248500\n- text: See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n  start_ms: 248500\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 253930\n- text: This is H-Town (H-Town)\n  start_ms: 253930\n  end_ms: 256110\n- text: Screwed up and slowed down\n  start_ms: 256110\n  end_ms: 257480\n- text: It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  start_ms: 257480\n  end_ms: 260550\n- text: Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  start_ms: 260550\n  end_ms: 263530\n- text: Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n  start_ms: 263530\n  end_ms: 266800\n- text: H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  start_ms: 266800\n  end_ms: 269360\n- text: We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  start_ms: 269360\n  end_ms: 272320\n- text: From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  start_ms: 272320\n  end_ms: 275470\n- text: Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  start_ms: 275470\n  end_ms: 279310\n- text: The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n  start_ms: 279310\n  end_ms: 281860\n- text: If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  start_ms: 281860\n  end_ms: 284680\n- text: We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n  start_ms: 284680\n  end_ms: 288090\n- text: So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n  start_ms: 288090\n  end_ms: 291080\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 291080\n  end_ms: 293710\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 293710\n  end_ms: 296140\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 296140\n  end_ms: 298020\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 298020\n  end_ms: 299820\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 299820\n  end_ms: 302190\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 302190\n  end_ms: 304310\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 304310\n  end_ms: 305950\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 305950\n  end_ms: 308550\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 308550\n  end_ms: 312250\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 312250\n  end_ms: 315360\n- text: Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n  start_ms: 315360\n  end_ms: 318280\n- text: Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  start_ms: 318280\n  end_ms: 321420\n- text: Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  start_ms: 321420\n  end_ms: 324620\n- text: North and the south together we ball\n  start_ms: 324620\n  end_ms: 327130\n- text: Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  start_ms: 327130\n  end_ms: 330390\n- text: Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  start_ms: 330390\n  end_ms: 333140\n- text: It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  start_ms: 333140\n  end_ms: 336100\n- text: The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n  start_ms: 336100\n  end_ms: 339430\n- text: State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  start_ms: 339430\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345180\n- text: Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  start_ms: 345180\n  end_ms: 348770\n- text: Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  start_ms: 348770\n  end_ms: 351450\n- text: Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  start_ms: 351450\n  end_ms: 354690\n- text: Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  start_ms: 354690\n  end_ms: 357830\n- text: Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n  start_ms: 357830\n  end_ms: 361170\n- text: Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n  start_ms: 361170\n  end_ms: 363660\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 363660\n  end_ms: 366850\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 366850\n  end_ms: 368840\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 368840\n  end_ms: 371260\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 371260\n  end_ms: 373040\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 373040\n  end_ms: 375100\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 375100\n  end_ms: 377460\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 377460\n  end_ms: 379070\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 379070\n  end_ms: 381210\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n  start_ms: 381210\n  end_ms: 385380\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n  start_ms: 385380\n  end_ms: 387850\n- text: Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n  start_ms: 387850\n  end_ms: 391120\n- text: It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  start_ms: 391120\n  end_ms: 394530\n- text: Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  start_ms: 394530\n  end_ms: 397720\n- text: I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n  start_ms: 397720\n  end_ms: 400880\n- text: Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  start_ms: 400880\n  end_ms: 403490\n- text: Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n  start_ms: 403490\n  end_ms: 406290\n- text: Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  start_ms: 406290\n  end_ms: 408790\n- text: Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  start_ms: 408790\n  end_ms: 411530\n- text: It's Rob G!\n  start_ms: 411530\n  end_ms: 412440\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 412440\n  end_ms: 413190\n- text: King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n  start_ms: 413190\n  end_ms: 415660\n- text: Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  start_ms: 415660\n  end_ms: 419350\n- text: I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  start_ms: 419350\n  end_ms: 421710\n- text: Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  start_ms: 421710\n  end_ms: 425100\n- text: They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n  start_ms: 425100\n  end_ms: 428030\n- text: I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  start_ms: 428030\n  end_ms: 430980\n- text: I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  start_ms: 430980\n  end_ms: 434250\n- text: Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n  start_ms: 434250\n  end_ms: 436730\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 436730\n  end_ms: 439410\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 439410\n  end_ms: 441830\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 441830\n  end_ms: 443590\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 443590\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 448260\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 448260\n  end_ms: 450240\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 450240\n  end_ms: 451610\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 451610\n  end_ms: 454150\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 454150\n  end_ms: 458100\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 458100\n  end_ms: 460880\n- text: Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n  start_ms: 460880\n  end_ms: 463760\n- text: If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n  start_ms: 463760\n  end_ms: 466780\n- text: Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n  start_ms: 466780\n  end_ms: 470250\n- text: West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  start_ms: 470250\n  end_ms: 473480\n- text: I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n  start_ms: 473480\n  end_ms: 475730\n- text: And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  start_ms: 475730\n  end_ms: 479050\n- text: And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  start_ms: 479050\n  end_ms: 482360\n- text: I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n  start_ms: 482360\n  end_ms: 485120\n- text: Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  start_ms: 485120\n  end_ms: 488160\n- text: For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  start_ms: 488160\n  end_ms: 491460\n- text: I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  start_ms: 491460\n  end_ms: 494130\n- text: Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  start_ms: 494130\n  end_ms: 497790\n- text: Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  start_ms: 497790\n  end_ms: 500640\n- text: With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  start_ms: 500640\n  end_ms: 503890\n- text: Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n  start_ms: 503890\n  end_ms: 507130\n- text: This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n  start_ms: 507130\n  end_ms: 509350\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 509350\n  end_ms: 512390\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 512390\n  end_ms: 514550\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 514550\n  end_ms: 516830\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 516830\n  end_ms: 518940\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 518940\n  end_ms: 521380\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 521380\n  end_ms: 522950\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 522950\n  end_ms: 524660\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 524660\n  end_ms: 527170\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 527170\n  end_ms: 530520\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 530520\n  end_ms: 535120\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 535120\nplain: |-\n  Slim thugga, motherfucker\n\n  Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n\n  Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n  (Mike Jones)\n  I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n  The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  H-town (yeah)\n  Home of the candy paint\n  Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n\n  Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n  The city that's thawed (thawed)\n  The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n  The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n  Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n  Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n  And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n  Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n\n  Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n  Blowin' down trees like a category five\n  Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n  Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n  Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n\n  (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\n  H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n  That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  This is H-Town (H-Town)\n  Screwed up and slowed down\n  It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n\n  H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n  If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n  So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\n  Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n  Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  North and the south together we ball\n  Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n\n  State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n  Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n\n  Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n  It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n  Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n  Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  It's Rob G!\n\n  Yeah\n  King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n  Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n  I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n  If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n  Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n  West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n  And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n\n  Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n  This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n"},{"id":21218027,"name":"Welcome 2 Houston","trackName":"Welcome 2 Houston","artistName":"Slim Thug","albumName":"The Boss of All Bosses","duration":537.80898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Slim thugga, motherfucker\n\nNow welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\nPop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\nBorn and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\nMarried to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\nAcres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\nRepping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\nAin't nobody better than the boss when I floss\nIt's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n\nGot plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\nAnd it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\nShaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\nBentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\nIn the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\nTV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\nYou ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\nTop of my drop still missin' as Osama\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n(Mike Jones)\nI still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\nThey see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\nThey say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\nPhantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\nI've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\nThe mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\nH-town (yeah)\nHome of the candy paint\nHome of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n\nYo this the city that's slow (slow)\nThe city that's thawed (thawed)\nThe city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\nThe city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\nHustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\nWhere they sip that paint (sip that paint)\nAnd drip that paint (drip that paint)\nAnd drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\nThis Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\nHustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\nWhere the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\nWe ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\nFrom South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\nI'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\nFrom Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\nWe steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\nHit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n\nHaha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nPurple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\nBlowin' down trees like a category five\nSouthside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\nI could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\nYung Redd, take ya out the future\nStars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\nRobert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\nTo my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n\n(Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\nH-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\nGod blessed me with the million dollar pen\nSee them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\nThat Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\nThis is H-Town (H-Town)\nScrewed up and slowed down\nIt's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\nPull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\nDon Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n\nH-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\nWe go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\nFrom the city where our stadiums drop the top\nZ-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\nThe white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\nIf you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\nWe used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\nSo homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\nWelcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\nComing down the slab line the fo's crip walking\nTogether we stand, divided we fall, yeah\nNorth and the south together we ball\nFuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\nLemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\nIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\nThe drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n\nState to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\nSix backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\nY'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\nGot stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\nFresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\nPrada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\nPut ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\nCounting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n\nNow welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\nIt's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\nSouthwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\nI go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\nRiding around, southwest side of my towm\nStill reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\nIts from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\nBlack and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\nIt's Rob G!\n\nYeah\nKing of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\nBoys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\nI'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\nSuicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\nThey want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\nI shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\nI'm so hood it be the true definition of me\nAin't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nAy I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\nIf I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\nBraeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\nWest Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\nI'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\nAnd I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\nAnd you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\nI'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n\nNow I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\nFor the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\nI knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\nEight's over ice straight product of the H\nSouthside, I never was no big socializer\nWith Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\nLike Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\nThis game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.24] Slim thugga, motherfucker\n[00:23.44] Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n[00:26.74] Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n[00:29.83] Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n[00:33.27] Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n[00:36.28] Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n[00:38.91] Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n[00:42.25] Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n[00:45.00] It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n[00:47.77] Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n[00:51.07] And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n[00:54.18] Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n[00:57.38] Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n[01:00.53] In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n[01:03.21] TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n[01:06.24] You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n[01:09.60] Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n[01:11.92] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[01:15.24] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[01:17.85] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[01:19.34] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[01:21.21] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[01:23.86] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[01:25.88] Gotta do it for the north\n[01:27.37] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[01:30.09] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[01:33.78] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[01:34.46] (Mike Jones)\n[01:36.29] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n[01:39.74] They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n[01:42.83] They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n[01:45.92] Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n[01:49.19] I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n[01:51.78] The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n[01:55.14] H-town (yeah)\n[01:56.57] Home of the candy paint\n[01:58.26] Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n[02:00.85] Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n[02:02.50] The city that's thawed (thawed)\n[02:04.06] The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n[02:07.21] The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n[02:09.98] Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n[02:13.04] Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n[02:14.99] And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n[02:16.32] And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n[02:19.24] 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n[02:23.02] This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n[02:24.41] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[02:28.07] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[02:30.37] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[02:32.65] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[02:34.02] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[02:36.37] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[02:38.63] Gotta do it for the north\n[02:40.40] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[02:42.43] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[02:46.12] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[02:49.07] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n[02:52.30] Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n[02:55.51] We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n[02:58.11] From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n[03:01.52] I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n[03:04.42] From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n[03:07.50] We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n[03:10.70] Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n[03:13.17] Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[03:13.97] Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n[03:17.05] Blowin' down trees like a category five\n[03:19.92] Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n[03:22.88] I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n[03:25.91] Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n[03:29.13] Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n[03:32.25] Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n[03:34.84] To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n[03:37.11] (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[03:41.06] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[03:43.48] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[03:45.43] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[03:46.96] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[03:49.45] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[03:51.60] Gotta do it for the north\n[03:53.13] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[03:55.56] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[03:59.18] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n[04:02.35] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n[04:05.27] God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n[04:08.50] See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n[04:11.28] That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n[04:13.93] This is H-Town (H-Town)\n[04:16.11] Screwed up and slowed down\n[04:17.48] It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n[04:20.55] Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n[04:23.53] Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n[04:26.80] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n[04:29.36] We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n[04:32.32] From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n[04:35.47] Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n[04:39.31] The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n[04:41.86] If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n[04:44.68] We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n[04:48.09] So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n[04:51.08] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[04:53.71] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[04:56.14] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[04:58.02] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[04:59.82] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[05:02.19] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[05:04.31] Gotta do it for the north\n[05:05.95] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[05:08.55] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[05:12.25] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n[05:15.36] Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n[05:18.28] Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n[05:21.42] Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n[05:24.62] North and the south together we ball\n[05:27.13] Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n[05:30.39] Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n[05:33.14] It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n[05:36.10] The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n[05:39.43] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n[05:42.34] Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n[05:45.18] Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n[05:48.77] Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n[05:51.45] Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n[05:54.69] Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n[05:57.83] Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n[06:01.17] Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n[06:03.66] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[06:06.85] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[06:08.84] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[06:11.26] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[06:13.04] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[06:15.10] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[06:17.46] Gotta do it for the north\n[06:19.07] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[06:21.21] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n[06:25.38] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n[06:27.85] Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n[06:31.12] It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n[06:34.53] Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n[06:37.72] I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n[06:40.88] Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n[06:43.49] Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n[06:46.29] Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n[06:48.79] Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n[06:51.53] It's Rob G!\n[06:52.44] Yeah\n[06:53.19] King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n[06:55.66] Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n[06:59.35] I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n[07:01.71] Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n[07:05.10] They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n[07:08.03] I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n[07:10.98] I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n[07:14.25] Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n[07:16.73] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[07:19.41] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[07:21.83] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[07:23.59] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[07:25.98] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[07:28.26] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[07:30.24] Gotta do it for the north\n[07:31.61] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[07:34.15] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[07:38.10] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[07:40.88] Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n[07:43.76] If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n[07:46.78] Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n[07:50.25] West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n[07:53.48] I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n[07:55.73] And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n[07:59.05] And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n[08:02.36] I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n[08:05.12] Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n[08:08.16] For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n[08:11.46] I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n[08:14.13] Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n[08:17.79] Southside, I never was no big socializer\n[08:20.64] With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n[08:23.89] Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n[08:27.13] This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n[08:29.35] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[08:32.39] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[08:34.55] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[08:36.83] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[08:38.94] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[08:41.38] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[08:42.95] Gotta do it for the north\n[08:44.66] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[08:47.17] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[08:50.52] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[08:55.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome 2 Houston\n  artist: Slim Thug\n  album: The Boss of All Bosses\n  duration_ms: 537809\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Slim thugga, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 23440\n- text: Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  start_ms: 23440\n  end_ms: 26740\n- text: Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  start_ms: 26740\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 33270\n- text: Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  start_ms: 33270\n  end_ms: 36280\n- text: Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  start_ms: 36280\n  end_ms: 38910\n- text: Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  start_ms: 38910\n  end_ms: 42250\n- text: Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  start_ms: 42250\n  end_ms: 45000\n- text: It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 45000\n  end_ms: 47770\n- text: Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  start_ms: 47770\n  end_ms: 51070\n- text: And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  start_ms: 51070\n  end_ms: 54180\n- text: Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  start_ms: 54180\n  end_ms: 57380\n- text: Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  start_ms: 57380\n  end_ms: 60530\n- text: In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  start_ms: 60530\n  end_ms: 63210\n- text: TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  start_ms: 63210\n  end_ms: 66240\n- text: You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  start_ms: 66240\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 71920\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 71920\n  end_ms: 75240\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 75240\n  end_ms: 77850\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 77850\n  end_ms: 79340\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 79340\n  end_ms: 81210\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 81210\n  end_ms: 83860\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 83860\n  end_ms: 85880\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 85880\n  end_ms: 87370\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 87370\n  end_ms: 90090\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 90090\n  end_ms: 93780\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 93780\n  end_ms: 94460\n- text: (Mike Jones)\n  start_ms: 94460\n  end_ms: 96290\n- text: I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  start_ms: 96290\n  end_ms: 99740\n- text: They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  start_ms: 99740\n  end_ms: 102830\n- text: They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  start_ms: 102830\n  end_ms: 105920\n- text: Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  start_ms: 105920\n  end_ms: 109190\n- text: I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n  start_ms: 109190\n  end_ms: 111780\n- text: The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  start_ms: 111780\n  end_ms: 115140\n- text: H-town (yeah)\n  start_ms: 115140\n  end_ms: 116570\n- text: Home of the candy paint\n  start_ms: 116570\n  end_ms: 118260\n- text: Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n  start_ms: 118260\n  end_ms: 120850\n- text: Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 120850\n  end_ms: 122500\n- text: The city that's thawed (thawed)\n  start_ms: 122500\n  end_ms: 124060\n- text: The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n  start_ms: 124060\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129980\n- text: Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n  start_ms: 129980\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 134990\n- text: And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  start_ms: 134990\n  end_ms: 136320\n- text: And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  start_ms: 136320\n  end_ms: 139240\n- text: 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  start_ms: 139240\n  end_ms: 143020\n- text: This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n  start_ms: 143020\n  end_ms: 144410\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 144410\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 150370\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 150370\n  end_ms: 152650\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 152650\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 156370\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 156370\n  end_ms: 158630\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 158630\n  end_ms: 160400\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 160400\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 169070\n- text: Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  start_ms: 169070\n  end_ms: 172300\n- text: Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  start_ms: 172300\n  end_ms: 175510\n- text: We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  start_ms: 175510\n  end_ms: 178110\n- text: From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  start_ms: 178110\n  end_ms: 181520\n- text: I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  start_ms: 181520\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 187500\n- text: We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  start_ms: 187500\n  end_ms: 190700\n- text: Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n  start_ms: 190700\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 193970\n- text: Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n  start_ms: 193970\n  end_ms: 197050\n- text: Blowin' down trees like a category five\n  start_ms: 197050\n  end_ms: 199920\n- text: Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  start_ms: 199920\n  end_ms: 202880\n- text: I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n  start_ms: 202880\n  end_ms: 205910\n- text: Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  start_ms: 205910\n  end_ms: 209130\n- text: Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n  start_ms: 209130\n  end_ms: 212250\n- text: Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  start_ms: 212250\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 217110\n- text: (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 217110\n  end_ms: 221060\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 221060\n  end_ms: 223480\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 223480\n  end_ms: 225430\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 225430\n  end_ms: 226960\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 226960\n  end_ms: 229450\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 229450\n  end_ms: 231600\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 231600\n  end_ms: 233130\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 233130\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 239180\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 239180\n  end_ms: 242350\n- text: H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  start_ms: 242350\n  end_ms: 245270\n- text: God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  start_ms: 245270\n  end_ms: 248500\n- text: See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n  start_ms: 248500\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 253930\n- text: This is H-Town (H-Town)\n  start_ms: 253930\n  end_ms: 256110\n- text: Screwed up and slowed down\n  start_ms: 256110\n  end_ms: 257480\n- text: It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  start_ms: 257480\n  end_ms: 260550\n- text: Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  start_ms: 260550\n  end_ms: 263530\n- text: Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n  start_ms: 263530\n  end_ms: 266800\n- text: H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  start_ms: 266800\n  end_ms: 269360\n- text: We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  start_ms: 269360\n  end_ms: 272320\n- text: From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  start_ms: 272320\n  end_ms: 275470\n- text: Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  start_ms: 275470\n  end_ms: 279310\n- text: The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n  start_ms: 279310\n  end_ms: 281860\n- text: If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  start_ms: 281860\n  end_ms: 284680\n- text: We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n  start_ms: 284680\n  end_ms: 288090\n- text: So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n  start_ms: 288090\n  end_ms: 291080\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 291080\n  end_ms: 293710\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 293710\n  end_ms: 296140\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 296140\n  end_ms: 298020\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 298020\n  end_ms: 299820\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 299820\n  end_ms: 302190\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 302190\n  end_ms: 304310\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 304310\n  end_ms: 305950\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 305950\n  end_ms: 308550\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 308550\n  end_ms: 312250\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 312250\n  end_ms: 315360\n- text: Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n  start_ms: 315360\n  end_ms: 318280\n- text: Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  start_ms: 318280\n  end_ms: 321420\n- text: Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  start_ms: 321420\n  end_ms: 324620\n- text: North and the south together we ball\n  start_ms: 324620\n  end_ms: 327130\n- text: Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  start_ms: 327130\n  end_ms: 330390\n- text: Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  start_ms: 330390\n  end_ms: 333140\n- text: It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  start_ms: 333140\n  end_ms: 336100\n- text: The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n  start_ms: 336100\n  end_ms: 339430\n- text: State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  start_ms: 339430\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345180\n- text: Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  start_ms: 345180\n  end_ms: 348770\n- text: Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  start_ms: 348770\n  end_ms: 351450\n- text: Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  start_ms: 351450\n  end_ms: 354690\n- text: Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  start_ms: 354690\n  end_ms: 357830\n- text: Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n  start_ms: 357830\n  end_ms: 361170\n- text: Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n  start_ms: 361170\n  end_ms: 363660\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 363660\n  end_ms: 366850\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 366850\n  end_ms: 368840\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 368840\n  end_ms: 371260\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 371260\n  end_ms: 373040\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 373040\n  end_ms: 375100\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 375100\n  end_ms: 377460\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 377460\n  end_ms: 379070\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 379070\n  end_ms: 381210\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n  start_ms: 381210\n  end_ms: 385380\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n  start_ms: 385380\n  end_ms: 387850\n- text: Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n  start_ms: 387850\n  end_ms: 391120\n- text: It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  start_ms: 391120\n  end_ms: 394530\n- text: Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  start_ms: 394530\n  end_ms: 397720\n- text: I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n  start_ms: 397720\n  end_ms: 400880\n- text: Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  start_ms: 400880\n  end_ms: 403490\n- text: Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n  start_ms: 403490\n  end_ms: 406290\n- text: Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  start_ms: 406290\n  end_ms: 408790\n- text: Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  start_ms: 408790\n  end_ms: 411530\n- text: It's Rob G!\n  start_ms: 411530\n  end_ms: 412440\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 412440\n  end_ms: 413190\n- text: King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n  start_ms: 413190\n  end_ms: 415660\n- text: Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  start_ms: 415660\n  end_ms: 419350\n- text: I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  start_ms: 419350\n  end_ms: 421710\n- text: Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  start_ms: 421710\n  end_ms: 425100\n- text: They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n  start_ms: 425100\n  end_ms: 428030\n- text: I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  start_ms: 428030\n  end_ms: 430980\n- text: I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  start_ms: 430980\n  end_ms: 434250\n- text: Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n  start_ms: 434250\n  end_ms: 436730\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 436730\n  end_ms: 439410\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 439410\n  end_ms: 441830\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 441830\n  end_ms: 443590\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 443590\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 448260\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 448260\n  end_ms: 450240\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 450240\n  end_ms: 451610\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 451610\n  end_ms: 454150\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 454150\n  end_ms: 458100\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 458100\n  end_ms: 460880\n- text: Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n  start_ms: 460880\n  end_ms: 463760\n- text: If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n  start_ms: 463760\n  end_ms: 466780\n- text: Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n  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S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n  start_ms: 482360\n  end_ms: 485120\n- text: Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  start_ms: 485120\n  end_ms: 488160\n- text: For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  start_ms: 488160\n  end_ms: 491460\n- text: I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  start_ms: 491460\n  end_ms: 494130\n- text: Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  start_ms: 494130\n  end_ms: 497790\n- text: Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  start_ms: 497790\n  end_ms: 500640\n- text: With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  start_ms: 500640\n  end_ms: 503890\n- text: Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n  start_ms: 503890\n  end_ms: 507130\n- text: This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n  start_ms: 507130\n  end_ms: 509350\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 509350\n  end_ms: 512390\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 512390\n  end_ms: 514550\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 514550\n  end_ms: 516830\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 516830\n  end_ms: 518940\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 518940\n  end_ms: 521380\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 521380\n  end_ms: 522950\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 522950\n  end_ms: 524660\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 524660\n  end_ms: 527170\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 527170\n  end_ms: 530520\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 530520\n  end_ms: 535120\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 535120\nplain: |-\n  Slim thugga, motherfucker\n\n  Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n\n  Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n  (Mike Jones)\n  I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n  The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  H-town (yeah)\n  Home of the candy paint\n  Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n\n  Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n  The city that's thawed (thawed)\n  The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n  The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n  Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n  Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n  And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n  Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n\n  Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n  Blowin' down trees like a category five\n  Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n  Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n  Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n\n  (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\n  H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n  That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  This is H-Town (H-Town)\n  Screwed up and slowed down\n  It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n\n  H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n  If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n  So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\n  Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n  Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  North and the south together we ball\n  Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n\n  State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n  Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n\n  Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n  It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n  Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n  Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  It's Rob G!\n\n  Yeah\n  King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n  Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n  I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n  If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n  Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n  West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n  And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n\n  Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n  This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n"},{"id":21018073,"name":"Welcome 2 Houston","trackName":"Welcome 2 Houston","artistName":"Slim Thug","albumName":"Boss of All Bosses","duration":611.786667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Slim thugga, motherfucker\n\nNow welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\nPop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\nBorn and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\nMarried to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\nAcres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\nRepping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\nAin't nobody better than the boss when I floss\nIt's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n\nGot plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\nAnd it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\nShaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\nBentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\nIn the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\nTV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\nYou ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\nTop of my drop still missin' as Osama\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n(Mike Jones)\nI still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\nThey see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\nThey say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\nPhantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\nI've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\nThe mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\nH-town (yeah)\nHome of the candy paint\nHome of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n\nYo this the city that's slow (slow)\nThe city that's thawed (thawed)\nThe city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\nThe city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\nHustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\nWhere they sip that paint (sip that paint)\nAnd drip that paint (drip that paint)\nAnd drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\nThis Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\nHustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\nWhere the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\nWe ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\nFrom South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\nI'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\nFrom Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\nWe steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\nHit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n\nHaha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nPurple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\nBlowin' down trees like a category five\nSouthside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\nI could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\nYung Redd, take ya out the future\nStars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\nRobert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\nTo my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n\n(Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\nH-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\nGod blessed me with the million dollar pen\nSee them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\nThat Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\nThis is H-Town (H-Town)\nScrewed up and slowed down\nIt's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\nPull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\nDon Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n\nH-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\nWe go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\nFrom the city where our stadiums drop the top\nZ-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\nThe white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\nIf you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\nWe used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\nSo homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\nWelcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\nComing down the slab line the fo's crip walking\nTogether we stand, divided we fall, yeah\nNorth and the south together we ball\nFuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\nLemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\nIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\nThe drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n\nState to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\nSix backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\nY'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\nGot stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\nFresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\nPrada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\nPut ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\nCounting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n\nNow welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\nIt's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\nSouthwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\nI go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\nRiding around, southwest side of my towm\nStill reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\nIts from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\nBlack and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\nIt's Rob G!\n\nYeah\nKing of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\nBoys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\nI'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\nSuicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\nThey want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\nI shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\nI'm so hood it be the true definition of me\nAin't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nAy I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\nIf I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\nBraeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\nWest Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\nI'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\nAnd I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\nAnd you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\nI'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n\nNow I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\nFor the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\nI knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\nEight's over ice straight product of the H\nSouthside, I never was no big socializer\nWith Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\nLike Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\nThis game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.24] Slim thugga, motherfucker\n[00:23.44] Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n[00:26.74] Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n[00:29.83] Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n[00:33.27] Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n[00:36.28] Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n[00:38.91] Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n[00:42.25] Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n[00:45.00] It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n[00:47.77] Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n[00:51.07] And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n[00:54.18] Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n[00:57.38] Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n[01:00.53] In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n[01:03.21] TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n[01:06.24] You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n[01:09.60] Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n[01:11.92] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[01:15.24] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[01:17.85] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[01:19.34] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[01:21.21] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[01:23.86] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[01:25.88] Gotta do it for the north\n[01:27.37] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[01:30.09] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[01:33.78] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[01:34.46] (Mike Jones)\n[01:36.29] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n[01:39.74] They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n[01:42.83] They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n[01:45.92] Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n[01:49.19] I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n[01:51.78] The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n[01:55.14] H-town (yeah)\n[01:56.57] Home of the candy paint\n[01:58.26] Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n[02:00.85] Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n[02:02.50] The city that's thawed (thawed)\n[02:04.06] The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n[02:07.21] The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n[02:09.98] Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n[02:13.04] Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n[02:14.99] And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n[02:16.32] And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n[02:19.24] 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n[02:23.02] This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n[02:24.41] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[02:28.07] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[02:30.37] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[02:32.65] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[02:34.02] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[02:36.37] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[02:38.63] Gotta do it for the north\n[02:40.40] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[02:42.43] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[02:46.12] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[02:49.07] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n[02:52.30] Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n[02:55.51] We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n[02:58.11] From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n[03:01.52] I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n[03:04.42] From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n[03:07.50] We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n[03:10.70] Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n[03:13.17] Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[03:13.97] Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n[03:17.05] Blowin' down trees like a category five\n[03:19.92] Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n[03:22.88] I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n[03:25.91] Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n[03:29.13] Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n[03:32.25] Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n[03:34.84] To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n[03:37.11] (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[03:41.06] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[03:43.48] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[03:45.43] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[03:46.96] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[03:49.45] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[03:51.60] Gotta do it for the north\n[03:53.13] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[03:55.56] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[03:59.18] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n[04:02.35] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n[04:05.27] God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n[04:08.50] See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n[04:11.28] That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n[04:13.93] This is H-Town (H-Town)\n[04:16.11] Screwed up and slowed down\n[04:17.48] It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n[04:20.55] Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n[04:23.53] Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n[04:26.80] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n[04:29.36] We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n[04:32.32] From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n[04:35.47] Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n[04:39.31] The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n[04:41.86] If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n[04:44.68] We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n[04:48.09] So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n[04:51.08] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[04:53.71] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[04:56.14] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[04:58.02] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[04:59.82] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[05:02.19] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[05:04.31] Gotta do it for the north\n[05:05.95] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[05:08.55] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[05:12.25] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n[05:15.36] Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n[05:18.28] Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n[05:21.42] Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n[05:24.62] North and the south together we ball\n[05:27.13] Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n[05:30.39] Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n[05:33.14] It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n[05:36.10] The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n[05:39.43] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n[05:42.34] Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n[05:45.18] Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n[05:48.77] Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n[05:51.45] Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n[05:54.69] Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n[05:57.83] Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n[06:01.17] Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n[06:03.66] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[06:06.85] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[06:08.84] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[06:11.26] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[06:13.04] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[06:15.10] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[06:17.46] Gotta do it for the north\n[06:19.07] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[06:21.21] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n[06:25.38] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n[06:27.85] Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n[06:31.12] It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n[06:34.53] Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n[06:37.72] I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n[06:40.88] Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n[06:43.49] Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n[06:46.29] Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n[06:48.79] Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n[06:51.53] It's Rob G!\n[06:52.44] Yeah\n[06:53.19] King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n[06:55.66] Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n[06:59.35] I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n[07:01.71] Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n[07:05.10] They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n[07:08.03] I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n[07:10.98] I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n[07:14.25] Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n[07:16.73] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[07:19.41] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[07:21.83] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[07:23.59] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[07:25.98] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[07:28.26] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[07:30.24] Gotta do it for the north\n[07:31.61] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[07:34.15] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[07:38.10] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[07:40.88] Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n[07:43.76] If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n[07:46.78] Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n[07:50.25] West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n[07:53.48] I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n[07:55.73] And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n[07:59.05] And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n[08:02.36] I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n[08:05.12] Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n[08:08.16] For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n[08:11.46] I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n[08:14.13] Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n[08:17.79] Southside, I never was no big socializer\n[08:20.64] With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n[08:23.89] Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n[08:27.13] This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n[08:29.35] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[08:32.39] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[08:34.55] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[08:36.83] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[08:38.94] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[08:41.38] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[08:42.95] Gotta do it for the north\n[08:44.66] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[08:47.17] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[08:50.52] And when I do 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this for you\n  start_ms: 212250\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 217110\n- text: (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 217110\n  end_ms: 221060\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 221060\n  end_ms: 223480\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 223480\n  end_ms: 225430\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 225430\n  end_ms: 226960\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 226960\n  end_ms: 229450\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 229450\n  end_ms: 231600\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 231600\n  end_ms: 233130\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 233130\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 239180\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 239180\n  end_ms: 242350\n- text: H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  start_ms: 242350\n  end_ms: 245270\n- text: God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  start_ms: 245270\n  end_ms: 248500\n- text: See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n  start_ms: 248500\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 253930\n- text: This is H-Town (H-Town)\n  start_ms: 253930\n  end_ms: 256110\n- text: Screwed up and slowed down\n  start_ms: 256110\n  end_ms: 257480\n- text: It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  start_ms: 257480\n  end_ms: 260550\n- text: Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  start_ms: 260550\n  end_ms: 263530\n- text: Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n  start_ms: 263530\n  end_ms: 266800\n- text: H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  start_ms: 266800\n  end_ms: 269360\n- text: We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  start_ms: 269360\n  end_ms: 272320\n- text: From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  start_ms: 272320\n  end_ms: 275470\n- text: Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  start_ms: 275470\n  end_ms: 279310\n- text: The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n  start_ms: 279310\n  end_ms: 281860\n- text: If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  start_ms: 281860\n  end_ms: 284680\n- text: We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n  start_ms: 284680\n  end_ms: 288090\n- text: So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n  start_ms: 288090\n  end_ms: 291080\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 291080\n  end_ms: 293710\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 293710\n  end_ms: 296140\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 296140\n  end_ms: 298020\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 298020\n  end_ms: 299820\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 299820\n  end_ms: 302190\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 302190\n  end_ms: 304310\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 304310\n  end_ms: 305950\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 305950\n  end_ms: 308550\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 308550\n  end_ms: 312250\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 312250\n  end_ms: 315360\n- text: Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n  start_ms: 315360\n  end_ms: 318280\n- text: Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  start_ms: 318280\n  end_ms: 321420\n- text: Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  start_ms: 321420\n  end_ms: 324620\n- text: North and the south together we ball\n  start_ms: 324620\n  end_ms: 327130\n- text: Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  start_ms: 327130\n  end_ms: 330390\n- text: Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  start_ms: 330390\n  end_ms: 333140\n- text: It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  start_ms: 333140\n  end_ms: 336100\n- text: The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n  start_ms: 336100\n  end_ms: 339430\n- text: State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  start_ms: 339430\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345180\n- text: Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  start_ms: 345180\n  end_ms: 348770\n- text: Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  start_ms: 348770\n  end_ms: 351450\n- text: Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  start_ms: 351450\n  end_ms: 354690\n- text: Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  start_ms: 354690\n  end_ms: 357830\n- text: Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n  start_ms: 357830\n  end_ms: 361170\n- text: Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n  start_ms: 361170\n  end_ms: 363660\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 363660\n  end_ms: 366850\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 366850\n  end_ms: 368840\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 368840\n  end_ms: 371260\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 371260\n  end_ms: 373040\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 373040\n  end_ms: 375100\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 375100\n  end_ms: 377460\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 377460\n  end_ms: 379070\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 379070\n  end_ms: 381210\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n  start_ms: 381210\n  end_ms: 385380\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n  start_ms: 385380\n  end_ms: 387850\n- text: Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n  start_ms: 387850\n  end_ms: 391120\n- text: It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  start_ms: 391120\n  end_ms: 394530\n- text: Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  start_ms: 394530\n  end_ms: 397720\n- text: I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n  start_ms: 397720\n  end_ms: 400880\n- text: Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  start_ms: 400880\n  end_ms: 403490\n- text: Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n  start_ms: 403490\n  end_ms: 406290\n- text: Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  start_ms: 406290\n  end_ms: 408790\n- text: Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  start_ms: 408790\n  end_ms: 411530\n- text: It's Rob G!\n  start_ms: 411530\n  end_ms: 412440\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 412440\n  end_ms: 413190\n- text: King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n  start_ms: 413190\n  end_ms: 415660\n- text: Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  start_ms: 415660\n  end_ms: 419350\n- text: I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  start_ms: 419350\n  end_ms: 421710\n- text: Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  start_ms: 421710\n  end_ms: 425100\n- text: They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n  start_ms: 425100\n  end_ms: 428030\n- text: I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  start_ms: 428030\n  end_ms: 430980\n- text: I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  start_ms: 430980\n  end_ms: 434250\n- text: Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n  start_ms: 434250\n  end_ms: 436730\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 436730\n  end_ms: 439410\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 439410\n  end_ms: 441830\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 441830\n  end_ms: 443590\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 443590\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 448260\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 448260\n  end_ms: 450240\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 450240\n  end_ms: 451610\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 451610\n  end_ms: 454150\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 454150\n  end_ms: 458100\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 458100\n  end_ms: 460880\n- text: Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n  start_ms: 460880\n  end_ms: 463760\n- text: If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n  start_ms: 463760\n  end_ms: 466780\n- text: Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n  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S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n  start_ms: 482360\n  end_ms: 485120\n- text: Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  start_ms: 485120\n  end_ms: 488160\n- text: For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  start_ms: 488160\n  end_ms: 491460\n- text: I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  start_ms: 491460\n  end_ms: 494130\n- text: Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  start_ms: 494130\n  end_ms: 497790\n- text: Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  start_ms: 497790\n  end_ms: 500640\n- text: With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  start_ms: 500640\n  end_ms: 503890\n- text: Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n  start_ms: 503890\n  end_ms: 507130\n- text: This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n  start_ms: 507130\n  end_ms: 509350\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 509350\n  end_ms: 512390\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 512390\n  end_ms: 514550\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 514550\n  end_ms: 516830\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 516830\n  end_ms: 518940\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 518940\n  end_ms: 521380\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 521380\n  end_ms: 522950\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 522950\n  end_ms: 524660\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 524660\n  end_ms: 527170\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 527170\n  end_ms: 530520\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 530520\n  end_ms: 535120\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 535120\nplain: |-\n  Slim thugga, motherfucker\n\n  Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n\n  Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n  (Mike Jones)\n  I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n  The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  H-town (yeah)\n  Home of the candy paint\n  Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n\n  Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n  The city that's thawed (thawed)\n  The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n  The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n  Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n  Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n  And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n  Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n\n  Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n  Blowin' down trees like a category five\n  Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n  Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n  Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n\n  (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\n  H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n  That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  This is H-Town (H-Town)\n  Screwed up and slowed down\n  It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n\n  H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n  If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n  So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\n  Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n  Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  North and the south together we ball\n  Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n\n  State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n  Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n\n  Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n  It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n  Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n  Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  It's Rob G!\n\n  Yeah\n  King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n  Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n  I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n  If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n  Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n  West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n  And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n\n  Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n  This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n"},{"id":17434430,"name":"Welcome 2 Houston","trackName":"Welcome 2 Houston","artistName":"Slim Thug","albumName":"Boss of All Bosses","duration":537.861224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Slim thugga, muthafucka!\nNow welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\nPop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\nBorn and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\nMarried to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\nAcres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\nRepping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\nAin't nobody better than the boss when I floss\nIt's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\nGot plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\nAnd it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\nShaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\nBentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\nIn the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\nTV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\nYou ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\nTop of my drop still missin' as Osama\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nI still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\nThey see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\nThey say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\nPhantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\nI've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now\nThe mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\nH-town, home of the candy paint\nHome of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank\nYeh this the city that's slow, the city that's thowed\nThe city where the boys flip the candy painted low\nThe city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed\nHustling ass D-boys got the game sewed\nWhere they sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)\nAnd drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\nThis Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nHustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\nWhere the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\nWe ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\nFrom South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\nI'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\nFrom Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\nWe steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\nHit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)\nKnow I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive\nBlowin' down trees like a Category 5\nSouthside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\nI could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?\nYung Redd, take ya out the future\nStars imitate swear to God I was a jewler\nRobert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\nTo my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nH-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\nGod blessed me with the million dollar pen\nSee them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air\nThat Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\nThis is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down\nIt's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\nPull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\nDon Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\nH-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\nWe go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\nFrom the city where our stadiums drop the top\nZ-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\nThe white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush\nIf you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\nWe used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy\nSo homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nWelcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking\nComing down the slab line the fo's crip walking\nTogether we stand, divided we fall, yeah\nNorth and the south together we ball\nFuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\nLemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\nIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\nThe drank man daddy, you know where to find me\nState to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\nY'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\nGot stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\nFresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\nPrada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\nPut'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro\nCounting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n(Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nNow welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G\nIt's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\nSouthwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\nI go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey\nRiding around, southwest side of my towm\nStill Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now\nIts from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\nBlack and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\nIt's Rob G!\nCheyah!\nKing of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's\nBoys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)\nI'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\nSuicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\nThey want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)\nI shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\nI'm so hood it be the true definition of me\nAin't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, Tha Truth, nigga!\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nAy I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll\nIf I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll\nBraaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane\nWest Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\nI'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood\nAnd I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\nAnd you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\nI'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what\n(It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\nFor the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\nI knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\nEight's over ice straight product of the H\nSouthside, I never was no big socializer\nWith Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\nLike Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice\nThis game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.12] Slim thugga, muthafucka!\n[00:23.04] Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n[00:26.55] Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n[00:29.58] Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n[00:32.81] Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n[00:36.07] Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n[00:38.79] Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n[00:41.92] Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n[00:44.76] It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n[00:47.80] Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n[00:50.56] And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n[00:53.98] Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n[00:57.02] Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n[01:00.07] In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n[01:03.23] TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n[01:06.31] You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n[01:09.35] Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n[01:12.04] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[01:15.17] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[01:17.43] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[01:21.14] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[01:23.51] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[01:27.02] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[01:29.53] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[01:33.30] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[01:35.74] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n[01:39.46] They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n[01:42.48] They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n[01:45.63] Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n[01:48.84] I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now\n[01:51.69] The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n[01:55.09] H-town, home of the candy paint\n[01:58.05] Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank\n[02:01.01] Yeh this the city that's slow, the city that's thowed\n[02:03.79] The city where the boys flip the candy painted low\n[02:06.83] The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed\n[02:09.82] Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed\n[02:12.89] Where they sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)\n[02:16.05] And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n[02:19.42] 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n[02:22.90] This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n[02:24.78] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[02:28.41] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[02:30.68] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[02:34.28] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[02:36.64] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[02:40.39] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[02:42.94] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[02:46.63] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[02:49.67] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n[02:52.44] Where the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n[02:55.64] We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n[02:58.49] From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n[03:01.78] I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n[03:04.59] From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n[03:07.72] We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n[03:11.12] Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)\n[03:13.41] Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive\n[03:17.02] Blowin' down trees like a Category 5\n[03:20.05] Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n[03:22.96] I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?\n[03:26.39] Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n[03:29.57] Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler\n[03:32.36] Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n[03:35.28] To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n[03:38.01] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[03:41.17] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[03:43.66] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[03:47.05] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[03:49.61] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[03:53.42] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[03:55.81] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[03:59.50] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[04:03.22] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n[04:06.30] God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n[04:08.88] See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air\n[04:11.58] That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n[04:15.24] This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down\n[04:17.83] It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n[04:21.20] Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n[04:23.78] Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n[04:27.04] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n[04:30.19] We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n[04:32.87] From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n[04:35.55] Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n[04:39.45] The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush\n[04:42.04] If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n[04:44.89] We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy\n[04:47.99] So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n[04:50.64] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[04:54.28] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[04:56.43] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[05:00.05] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[05:02.41] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[05:06.43] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[05:08.68] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[05:12.29] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[05:15.82] Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking\n[05:18.61] Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n[05:21.73] Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n[05:25.05] North and the south together we ball\n[05:27.69] Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n[05:30.85] Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n[05:33.73] It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n[05:36.79] The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n[05:39.30] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n[05:43.45] 6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n[05:45.80] Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n[05:49.27] Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n[05:51.78] Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n[05:55.19] Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n[05:58.10] Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro\n[06:01.03] Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n[06:03.21] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[06:07.01] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[06:09.22] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[06:12.81] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[06:15.20] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[06:18.98] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[06:21.34] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[06:23.71] (Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)\n[06:25.12] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[06:27.62] Now welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G\n[06:31.17] It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n[06:34.50] Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n[06:37.73] I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey\n[06:40.74] Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n[06:43.64] Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now\n[06:46.25] Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n[06:49.13] Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n[06:52.05] It's Rob G!\n[06:52.82] Cheyah!\n[06:53.65] King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's\n[06:56.08] Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n[06:59.00] I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n[07:02.16] Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n[07:05.29] They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)\n[07:08.22] I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n[07:11.20] I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n[07:13.97] Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, Tha Truth, nigga!\n[07:16.60] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[07:20.07] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[07:22.40] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[07:26.30] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[07:28.44] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[07:32.25] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[07:34.45] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[07:38.11] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[07:40.68] Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll\n[07:44.30] If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll\n[07:47.35] Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane\n[07:51.04] West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n[07:53.95] I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood\n[07:56.35] And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n[07:59.28] And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n[08:02.17] I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what\n[08:05.80] (It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n[08:08.45] For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n[08:11.40] I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n[08:14.80] Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n[08:17.87] Southside, I never was no big socializer\n[08:21.28] With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n[08:24.45] Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice\n[08:27.32] This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n[08:29.09] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[08:33.01] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[08:34.99] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[08:38.58] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[08:41.04] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[08:44.72] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[08:47.02] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[08:50.77] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome 2 Houston\n  artist: Slim Thug\n  album: Boss of All Bosses\n  duration_ms: 537861\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Slim thugga, muthafucka!\n  start_ms: 21120\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 26550\n- text: Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  start_ms: 26550\n  end_ms: 29580\n- text: Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  start_ms: 29580\n  end_ms: 32810\n- text: Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods 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end_ms: 66310\n- text: You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  start_ms: 66310\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 72040\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 72040\n  end_ms: 75170\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 75170\n  end_ms: 77430\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 77430\n  end_ms: 81140\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 81140\n  end_ms: 83510\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 83510\n  end_ms: 87020\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 87020\n  end_ms: 89530\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 89530\n  end_ms: 93300\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 93300\n  end_ms: 95740\n- text: I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  start_ms: 95740\n  end_ms: 99460\n- text: They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  start_ms: 99460\n  end_ms: 102480\n- text: They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  start_ms: 102480\n  end_ms: 105630\n- text: Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  start_ms: 105630\n  end_ms: 108840\n- text: I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now\n  start_ms: 108840\n  end_ms: 111690\n- text: The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  start_ms: 111690\n  end_ms: 115090\n- text: H-town, home of the candy paint\n  start_ms: 115090\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 121010\n- text: Yeh this the city that's slow, the city that's thowed\n  start_ms: 121010\n  end_ms: 123790\n- text: The city where the boys flip the candy painted low\n  start_ms: 123790\n  end_ms: 126830\n- text: The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed\n  start_ms: 126830\n  end_ms: 129820\n- text: Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed\n  start_ms: 129820\n  end_ms: 132890\n- text: Where they sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  start_ms: 132890\n  end_ms: 136050\n- text: And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  start_ms: 136050\n  end_ms: 139420\n- text: 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  start_ms: 139420\n  end_ms: 142900\n- text: This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n  start_ms: 142900\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 148410\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 148410\n  end_ms: 150680\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 150680\n  end_ms: 154280\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 154280\n  end_ms: 156640\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 156640\n  end_ms: 160390\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 160390\n  end_ms: 162940\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 162940\n  end_ms: 166630\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 166630\n  end_ms: 169670\n- text: Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  start_ms: 169670\n  end_ms: 172440\n- text: Where the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  start_ms: 172440\n  end_ms: 175640\n- text: We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  start_ms: 175640\n  end_ms: 178490\n- text: From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  start_ms: 178490\n  end_ms: 181780\n- text: I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  start_ms: 181780\n  end_ms: 184590\n- text: From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  start_ms: 184590\n  end_ms: 187720\n- text: We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  start_ms: 187720\n  end_ms: 191120\n- text: Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)\n  start_ms: 191120\n  end_ms: 193410\n- text: Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive\n  start_ms: 193410\n  end_ms: 197020\n- text: Blowin' down trees like a Category 5\n  start_ms: 197020\n  end_ms: 200050\n- text: Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  start_ms: 200050\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 206390\n- text: Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  start_ms: 206390\n  end_ms: 209570\n- text: Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler\n  start_ms: 209570\n  end_ms: 212360\n- text: Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  start_ms: 212360\n  end_ms: 215280\n- text: To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n  start_ms: 215280\n  end_ms: 218010\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 218010\n  end_ms: 221170\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 221170\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 227050\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 227050\n  end_ms: 229610\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 229610\n  end_ms: 233420\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 233420\n  end_ms: 235810\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 235810\n  end_ms: 239500\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 239500\n  end_ms: 243220\n- text: H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  start_ms: 243220\n  end_ms: 246300\n- text: God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  start_ms: 246300\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 251580\n- text: That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  start_ms: 251580\n  end_ms: 255240\n- text: This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down\n  start_ms: 255240\n  end_ms: 257830\n- text: It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  start_ms: 257830\n  end_ms: 261200\n- text: Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  start_ms: 261200\n  end_ms: 263780\n- text: Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n  start_ms: 263780\n  end_ms: 267040\n- text: H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  start_ms: 267040\n  end_ms: 270190\n- text: We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  start_ms: 270190\n  end_ms: 272870\n- text: From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  start_ms: 272870\n  end_ms: 275550\n- text: Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  start_ms: 275550\n  end_ms: 279450\n- text: The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush\n  start_ms: 279450\n  end_ms: 282040\n- text: If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  start_ms: 282040\n  end_ms: 284890\n- text: We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy\n  start_ms: 284890\n  end_ms: 287990\n- text: So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n  start_ms: 287990\n  end_ms: 290640\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 290640\n  end_ms: 294280\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 294280\n  end_ms: 296430\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 296430\n  end_ms: 300050\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 300050\n  end_ms: 302410\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 302410\n  end_ms: 306430\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 306430\n  end_ms: 308680\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 308680\n  end_ms: 312290\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 312290\n  end_ms: 315820\n- text: Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking\n  start_ms: 315820\n  end_ms: 318610\n- text: Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  start_ms: 318610\n  end_ms: 321730\n- text: Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  start_ms: 321730\n  end_ms: 325050\n- text: North and the south together we ball\n  start_ms: 325050\n  end_ms: 327690\n- text: Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  start_ms: 327690\n  end_ms: 330850\n- text: Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  start_ms: 330850\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 336790\n- text: The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n  start_ms: 336790\n  end_ms: 339300\n- text: State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  start_ms: 339300\n  end_ms: 343450\n- text: 6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  start_ms: 343450\n  end_ms: 345800\n- text: Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  start_ms: 345800\n  end_ms: 349270\n- text: Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  start_ms: 349270\n  end_ms: 351780\n- text: Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  start_ms: 351780\n  end_ms: 355190\n- text: Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  start_ms: 355190\n  end_ms: 358100\n- text: Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro\n  start_ms: 358100\n  end_ms: 361030\n- text: Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n  start_ms: 361030\n  end_ms: 363210\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 363210\n  end_ms: 367010\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 367010\n  end_ms: 369220\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 369220\n  end_ms: 372810\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 372810\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 375200\n  end_ms: 378980\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 378980\n  end_ms: 381340\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 381340\n  end_ms: 383710\n- text: (Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)\n  start_ms: 383710\n  end_ms: 385120\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 385120\n  end_ms: 387620\n- text: Now welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G\n  start_ms: 387620\n  end_ms: 391170\n- text: It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  start_ms: 391170\n  end_ms: 394500\n- text: Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  start_ms: 394500\n  end_ms: 397730\n- text: I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey\n  start_ms: 397730\n  end_ms: 400740\n- text: Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  start_ms: 400740\n  end_ms: 403640\n- text: Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now\n  start_ms: 403640\n  end_ms: 406250\n- text: Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  start_ms: 406250\n  end_ms: 409130\n- text: Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  start_ms: 409130\n  end_ms: 412050\n- text: It's Rob G!\n  start_ms: 412050\n  end_ms: 412820\n- text: Cheyah!\n  start_ms: 412820\n  end_ms: 413650\n- text: King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's\n  start_ms: 413650\n  end_ms: 416080\n- text: Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  start_ms: 416080\n  end_ms: 419000\n- text: I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  start_ms: 419000\n  end_ms: 422160\n- text: Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  start_ms: 422160\n  end_ms: 425290\n- text: They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)\n  start_ms: 425290\n  end_ms: 428220\n- text: I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  start_ms: 428220\n  end_ms: 431200\n- text: I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  start_ms: 431200\n  end_ms: 433970\n- text: Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, Tha Truth, nigga!\n  start_ms: 433970\n  end_ms: 436600\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 436600\n  end_ms: 440070\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 440070\n  end_ms: 442400\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 442400\n  end_ms: 446300\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 446300\n  end_ms: 448440\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 448440\n  end_ms: 452250\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 452250\n  end_ms: 454450\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 454450\n  end_ms: 458110\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 458110\n  end_ms: 460680\n- text: Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll\n  start_ms: 460680\n  end_ms: 464300\n- text: If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll\n  start_ms: 464300\n  end_ms: 467350\n- text: Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane\n  start_ms: 467350\n  end_ms: 471040\n- text: West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  start_ms: 471040\n  end_ms: 473950\n- text: I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood\n  start_ms: 473950\n  end_ms: 476350\n- text: And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  start_ms: 476350\n  end_ms: 479280\n- text: And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  start_ms: 479280\n  end_ms: 482170\n- text: I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what\n  start_ms: 482170\n  end_ms: 485800\n- text: (It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  start_ms: 485800\n  end_ms: 488450\n- text: For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  start_ms: 488450\n  end_ms: 491400\n- text: I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  start_ms: 491400\n  end_ms: 494800\n- text: Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  start_ms: 494800\n  end_ms: 497870\n- text: Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  start_ms: 497870\n  end_ms: 501280\n- text: With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  start_ms: 501280\n  end_ms: 504450\n- text: Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice\n  start_ms: 504450\n  end_ms: 507320\n- text: This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n  start_ms: 507320\n  end_ms: 509090\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 509090\n  end_ms: 513010\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 513010\n  end_ms: 514990\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 514990\n  end_ms: 518580\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 518580\n  end_ms: 521040\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 521040\n  end_ms: 524720\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 524720\n  end_ms: 527020\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 527020\n  end_ms: 530770\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 530770\nplain: |-\n  Slim thugga, muthafucka!\n  Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n  Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now\n  The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  H-town, home of the candy paint\n  Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank\n  Yeh this the city that's slow, the city that's thowed\n  The city where the boys flip the candy painted low\n  The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed\n  Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed\n  Where they sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  Where the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)\n  Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive\n  Blowin' down trees like a Category 5\n  Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?\n  Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler\n  Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air\n  That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down\n  It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n  H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush\n  If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy\n  So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking\n  Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  North and the south together we ball\n  Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n  State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro\n  Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  (Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  Now welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G\n  It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey\n  Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now\n  Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  It's Rob G!\n  Cheyah!\n  King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's\n  Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)\n  I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, Tha Truth, nigga!\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll\n  If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll\n  Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane\n  West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood\n  And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what\n  (It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice\n  This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n"},{"id":23243015,"name":"Welcome 2 Houston","trackName":"Welcome 2 Houston","artistName":"Slim Thug","albumName":"Boss Of All Bosses","duration":541.143681,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Slim thugga, motherfucker\n\nNow welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\nPop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\nBorn and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\nMarried to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\nAcres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\nRepping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\nAin't nobody better than the boss when I floss\nIt's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n\nGot plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\nAnd it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\nShaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\nBentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\nIn the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\nTV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\nYou ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\nTop of my drop still missin' as Osama\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n(Mike Jones)\nI still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\nThey see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\nThey say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\nPhantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\nI've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\nThe mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\nH-town (yeah)\nHome of the candy paint\nHome of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n\nYo this the city that's slow (slow)\nThe city that's thawed (thawed)\nThe city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\nThe city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\nHustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\nWhere they sip that paint (sip that paint)\nAnd drip that paint (drip that paint)\nAnd drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\nThis Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\nHustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\nWhere the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\nWe ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\nFrom South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\nI'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\nFrom Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\nWe steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\nHit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n\nHaha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nPurple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\nBlowin' down trees like a category five\nSouthside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\nI could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\nYung Redd, take ya out the future\nStars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\nRobert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\nTo my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n\n(Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\nH-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\nGod blessed me with the million dollar pen\nSee them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\nThat Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\nThis is H-Town (H-Town)\nScrewed up and slowed down\nIt's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\nPull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\nDon Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n\nH-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\nWe go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\nFrom the city where our stadiums drop the top\nZ-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\nThe white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\nIf you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\nWe used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\nSo homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\nWelcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\nComing down the slab line the fo's crip walking\nTogether we stand, divided we fall, yeah\nNorth and the south together we ball\nFuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\nLemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\nIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\nThe drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n\nState to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\nSix backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\nY'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\nGot stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\nFresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\nPrada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\nPut ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\nCounting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n\nNow welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\nIt's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\nSouthwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\nI go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\nRiding around, southwest side of my towm\nStill reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\nIts from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\nBlack and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\nIt's Rob G!\n\nYeah\nKing of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\nBoys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\nI'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\nSuicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\nThey want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\nI shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\nI'm so hood it be the true definition of me\nAin't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nAy I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\nIf I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\nBraeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\nWest Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\nI'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\nAnd I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\nAnd you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\nI'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n\nNow I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\nFor the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\nI knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\nEight's over ice straight product of the H\nSouthside, I never was no big socializer\nWith Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\nLike Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\nThis game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGetting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\nStill breaking boys off, hmm\nGotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\nStill breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.24] Slim thugga, motherfucker\n[00:23.44] Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n[00:26.74] Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n[00:29.83] Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n[00:33.27] Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n[00:36.28] Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n[00:38.91] Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n[00:42.25] Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n[00:45.00] It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n[00:47.77] Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n[00:51.07] And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n[00:54.18] Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n[00:57.38] Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n[01:00.53] In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n[01:03.21] TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n[01:06.24] You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n[01:09.60] Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n[01:11.92] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[01:15.24] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[01:17.85] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[01:19.34] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[01:21.21] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[01:23.86] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[01:25.88] Gotta do it for the north\n[01:27.37] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[01:30.09] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[01:33.78] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[01:34.46] (Mike Jones)\n[01:36.29] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n[01:39.74] They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n[01:42.83] They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n[01:45.92] Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n[01:49.19] I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n[01:51.78] The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n[01:55.14] H-town (yeah)\n[01:56.57] Home of the candy paint\n[01:58.26] Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n[02:00.85] Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n[02:02.50] The city that's thawed (thawed)\n[02:04.06] The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n[02:07.21] The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n[02:09.98] Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n[02:13.04] Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n[02:14.99] And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n[02:16.32] And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n[02:19.24] 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n[02:23.02] This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n[02:24.41] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[02:28.07] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[02:30.37] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[02:32.65] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[02:34.02] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[02:36.37] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[02:38.63] Gotta do it for the north\n[02:40.40] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[02:42.43] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[02:46.12] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[02:49.07] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n[02:52.30] Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n[02:55.51] We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n[02:58.11] From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n[03:01.52] I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n[03:04.42] From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n[03:07.50] We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n[03:10.70] Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n[03:13.17] Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[03:13.97] Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n[03:17.05] Blowin' down trees like a category five\n[03:19.92] Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n[03:22.88] I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n[03:25.91] Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n[03:29.13] Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n[03:32.25] Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n[03:34.84] To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n[03:37.11] (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[03:41.06] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[03:43.48] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[03:45.43] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[03:46.96] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[03:49.45] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[03:51.60] Gotta do it for the north\n[03:53.13] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[03:55.56] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[03:59.18] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n[04:02.35] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n[04:05.27] God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n[04:08.50] See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n[04:11.28] That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n[04:13.93] This is H-Town (H-Town)\n[04:16.11] Screwed up and slowed down\n[04:17.48] It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n[04:20.55] Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n[04:23.53] Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n[04:26.80] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n[04:29.36] We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n[04:32.32] From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n[04:35.47] Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n[04:39.31] The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n[04:41.86] If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n[04:44.68] We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n[04:48.09] So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n[04:51.08] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[04:53.71] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[04:56.14] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[04:58.02] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[04:59.82] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[05:02.19] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[05:04.31] Gotta do it for the north\n[05:05.95] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[05:08.55] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[05:12.25] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n[05:15.36] Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n[05:18.28] Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n[05:21.42] Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n[05:24.62] North and the south together we ball\n[05:27.13] Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n[05:30.39] Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n[05:33.14] It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n[05:36.10] The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n[05:39.43] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n[05:42.34] Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n[05:45.18] Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n[05:48.77] Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n[05:51.45] Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n[05:54.69] Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n[05:57.83] Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n[06:01.17] Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n[06:03.66] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[06:06.85] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[06:08.84] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[06:11.26] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[06:13.04] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[06:15.10] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[06:17.46] Gotta do it for the north\n[06:19.07] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[06:21.21] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n[06:25.38] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n[06:27.85] Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n[06:31.12] It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n[06:34.53] Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n[06:37.72] I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n[06:40.88] Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n[06:43.49] Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n[06:46.29] Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n[06:48.79] Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n[06:51.53] It's Rob G!\n[06:52.44] Yeah\n[06:53.19] King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n[06:55.66] Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n[06:59.35] I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n[07:01.71] Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n[07:05.10] They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n[07:08.03] I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n[07:10.98] I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n[07:14.25] Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n[07:16.73] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[07:19.41] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[07:21.83] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[07:23.59] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[07:25.98] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[07:28.26] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[07:30.24] Gotta do it for the north\n[07:31.61] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[07:34.15] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[07:38.10] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[07:40.88] Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n[07:43.76] If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n[07:46.78] Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n[07:50.25] West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n[07:53.48] I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n[07:55.73] And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n[07:59.05] And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n[08:02.36] I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n[08:05.12] Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n[08:08.16] For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n[08:11.46] I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n[08:14.13] Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n[08:17.79] Southside, I never was no big socializer\n[08:20.64] With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n[08:23.89] Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n[08:27.13] This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n[08:29.35] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n[08:32.39] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[08:34.55] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[08:36.83] Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[08:38.94] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[08:41.38] Still breaking boys off, hmm\n[08:42.95] Gotta do it for the north\n[08:44.66] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[08:47.17] Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n[08:50.52] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n[08:55.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome 2 Houston\n  artist: Slim Thug\n  album: Boss Of All Bosses\n  duration_ms: 541144\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Slim thugga, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 23440\n- text: Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  start_ms: 23440\n  end_ms: 26740\n- text: Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  start_ms: 26740\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 33270\n- text: Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  start_ms: 33270\n  end_ms: 36280\n- text: Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  start_ms: 36280\n  end_ms: 38910\n- text: Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  start_ms: 38910\n  end_ms: 42250\n- text: Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  start_ms: 42250\n  end_ms: 45000\n- text: It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 45000\n  end_ms: 47770\n- text: Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  start_ms: 47770\n  end_ms: 51070\n- text: And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  start_ms: 51070\n  end_ms: 54180\n- text: Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  start_ms: 54180\n  end_ms: 57380\n- text: Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  start_ms: 57380\n  end_ms: 60530\n- text: In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  start_ms: 60530\n  end_ms: 63210\n- text: TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  start_ms: 63210\n  end_ms: 66240\n- text: You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  start_ms: 66240\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 71920\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 71920\n  end_ms: 75240\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 75240\n  end_ms: 77850\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 77850\n  end_ms: 79340\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 79340\n  end_ms: 81210\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 81210\n  end_ms: 83860\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 83860\n  end_ms: 85880\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 85880\n  end_ms: 87370\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 87370\n  end_ms: 90090\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 90090\n  end_ms: 93780\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 93780\n  end_ms: 94460\n- text: (Mike Jones)\n  start_ms: 94460\n  end_ms: 96290\n- text: I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  start_ms: 96290\n  end_ms: 99740\n- text: They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  start_ms: 99740\n  end_ms: 102830\n- text: They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  start_ms: 102830\n  end_ms: 105920\n- text: Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  start_ms: 105920\n  end_ms: 109190\n- text: I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n  start_ms: 109190\n  end_ms: 111780\n- text: The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  start_ms: 111780\n  end_ms: 115140\n- text: H-town (yeah)\n  start_ms: 115140\n  end_ms: 116570\n- text: Home of the candy paint\n  start_ms: 116570\n  end_ms: 118260\n- text: Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n  start_ms: 118260\n  end_ms: 120850\n- text: Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 120850\n  end_ms: 122500\n- text: The city that's thawed (thawed)\n  start_ms: 122500\n  end_ms: 124060\n- text: The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n  start_ms: 124060\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129980\n- text: Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n  start_ms: 129980\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 134990\n- text: And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  start_ms: 134990\n  end_ms: 136320\n- text: And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  start_ms: 136320\n  end_ms: 139240\n- text: 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  start_ms: 139240\n  end_ms: 143020\n- text: This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n  start_ms: 143020\n  end_ms: 144410\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 144410\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 150370\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 150370\n  end_ms: 152650\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 152650\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 156370\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 156370\n  end_ms: 158630\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 158630\n  end_ms: 160400\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 160400\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 169070\n- text: Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  start_ms: 169070\n  end_ms: 172300\n- text: Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  start_ms: 172300\n  end_ms: 175510\n- text: We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  start_ms: 175510\n  end_ms: 178110\n- text: From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  start_ms: 178110\n  end_ms: 181520\n- text: I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  start_ms: 181520\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 187500\n- text: We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  start_ms: 187500\n  end_ms: 190700\n- text: Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n  start_ms: 190700\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 193970\n- text: Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n  start_ms: 193970\n  end_ms: 197050\n- text: Blowin' down trees like a category five\n  start_ms: 197050\n  end_ms: 199920\n- text: Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  start_ms: 199920\n  end_ms: 202880\n- text: I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n  start_ms: 202880\n  end_ms: 205910\n- text: Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  start_ms: 205910\n  end_ms: 209130\n- text: Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n  start_ms: 209130\n  end_ms: 212250\n- text: Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  start_ms: 212250\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 217110\n- text: (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 217110\n  end_ms: 221060\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 221060\n  end_ms: 223480\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 223480\n  end_ms: 225430\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 225430\n  end_ms: 226960\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 226960\n  end_ms: 229450\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 229450\n  end_ms: 231600\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 231600\n  end_ms: 233130\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 233130\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 239180\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 239180\n  end_ms: 242350\n- text: H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  start_ms: 242350\n  end_ms: 245270\n- text: God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  start_ms: 245270\n  end_ms: 248500\n- text: See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n  start_ms: 248500\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 253930\n- text: This is H-Town (H-Town)\n  start_ms: 253930\n  end_ms: 256110\n- text: Screwed up and slowed down\n  start_ms: 256110\n  end_ms: 257480\n- text: It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  start_ms: 257480\n  end_ms: 260550\n- text: Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  start_ms: 260550\n  end_ms: 263530\n- text: Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n  start_ms: 263530\n  end_ms: 266800\n- text: H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  start_ms: 266800\n  end_ms: 269360\n- text: We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  start_ms: 269360\n  end_ms: 272320\n- text: From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  start_ms: 272320\n  end_ms: 275470\n- text: Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  start_ms: 275470\n  end_ms: 279310\n- text: The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n  start_ms: 279310\n  end_ms: 281860\n- text: If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  start_ms: 281860\n  end_ms: 284680\n- text: We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n  start_ms: 284680\n  end_ms: 288090\n- text: So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n  start_ms: 288090\n  end_ms: 291080\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 291080\n  end_ms: 293710\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 293710\n  end_ms: 296140\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 296140\n  end_ms: 298020\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 298020\n  end_ms: 299820\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 299820\n  end_ms: 302190\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 302190\n  end_ms: 304310\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 304310\n  end_ms: 305950\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 305950\n  end_ms: 308550\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 308550\n  end_ms: 312250\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 312250\n  end_ms: 315360\n- text: Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n  start_ms: 315360\n  end_ms: 318280\n- text: Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  start_ms: 318280\n  end_ms: 321420\n- text: Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  start_ms: 321420\n  end_ms: 324620\n- text: North and the south together we ball\n  start_ms: 324620\n  end_ms: 327130\n- text: Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  start_ms: 327130\n  end_ms: 330390\n- text: Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  start_ms: 330390\n  end_ms: 333140\n- text: It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  start_ms: 333140\n  end_ms: 336100\n- text: The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n  start_ms: 336100\n  end_ms: 339430\n- text: State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  start_ms: 339430\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345180\n- text: Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  start_ms: 345180\n  end_ms: 348770\n- text: Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  start_ms: 348770\n  end_ms: 351450\n- text: Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  start_ms: 351450\n  end_ms: 354690\n- text: Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  start_ms: 354690\n  end_ms: 357830\n- text: Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n  start_ms: 357830\n  end_ms: 361170\n- text: Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n  start_ms: 361170\n  end_ms: 363660\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 363660\n  end_ms: 366850\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 366850\n  end_ms: 368840\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 368840\n  end_ms: 371260\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 371260\n  end_ms: 373040\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 373040\n  end_ms: 375100\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 375100\n  end_ms: 377460\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 377460\n  end_ms: 379070\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 379070\n  end_ms: 381210\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n  start_ms: 381210\n  end_ms: 385380\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n  start_ms: 385380\n  end_ms: 387850\n- text: Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n  start_ms: 387850\n  end_ms: 391120\n- text: It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  start_ms: 391120\n  end_ms: 394530\n- text: Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  start_ms: 394530\n  end_ms: 397720\n- text: I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n  start_ms: 397720\n  end_ms: 400880\n- text: Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  start_ms: 400880\n  end_ms: 403490\n- text: Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n  start_ms: 403490\n  end_ms: 406290\n- text: Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  start_ms: 406290\n  end_ms: 408790\n- text: Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  start_ms: 408790\n  end_ms: 411530\n- text: It's Rob G!\n  start_ms: 411530\n  end_ms: 412440\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 412440\n  end_ms: 413190\n- text: King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n  start_ms: 413190\n  end_ms: 415660\n- text: Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  start_ms: 415660\n  end_ms: 419350\n- text: I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  start_ms: 419350\n  end_ms: 421710\n- text: Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  start_ms: 421710\n  end_ms: 425100\n- text: They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n  start_ms: 425100\n  end_ms: 428030\n- text: I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  start_ms: 428030\n  end_ms: 430980\n- text: I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  start_ms: 430980\n  end_ms: 434250\n- text: Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n  start_ms: 434250\n  end_ms: 436730\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 436730\n  end_ms: 439410\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 439410\n  end_ms: 441830\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 441830\n  end_ms: 443590\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 443590\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 448260\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 448260\n  end_ms: 450240\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 450240\n  end_ms: 451610\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 451610\n  end_ms: 454150\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 454150\n  end_ms: 458100\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 458100\n  end_ms: 460880\n- text: Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n  start_ms: 460880\n  end_ms: 463760\n- text: If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n  start_ms: 463760\n  end_ms: 466780\n- text: Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n  start_ms: 466780\n  end_ms: 470250\n- text: West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  start_ms: 470250\n  end_ms: 473480\n- text: I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n  start_ms: 473480\n  end_ms: 475730\n- text: And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  start_ms: 475730\n  end_ms: 479050\n- text: And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  start_ms: 479050\n  end_ms: 482360\n- text: I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n  start_ms: 482360\n  end_ms: 485120\n- text: Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  start_ms: 485120\n  end_ms: 488160\n- text: For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  start_ms: 488160\n  end_ms: 491460\n- text: I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  start_ms: 491460\n  end_ms: 494130\n- text: Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  start_ms: 494130\n  end_ms: 497790\n- text: Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  start_ms: 497790\n  end_ms: 500640\n- text: With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  start_ms: 500640\n  end_ms: 503890\n- text: Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n  start_ms: 503890\n  end_ms: 507130\n- text: This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n  start_ms: 507130\n  end_ms: 509350\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 509350\n  end_ms: 512390\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 512390\n  end_ms: 514550\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 514550\n  end_ms: 516830\n- text: Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 516830\n  end_ms: 518940\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 518940\n  end_ms: 521380\n- text: Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  start_ms: 521380\n  end_ms: 522950\n- text: Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 522950\n  end_ms: 524660\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 524660\n  end_ms: 527170\n- text: Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 527170\n  end_ms: 530520\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 530520\n  end_ms: 535120\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 535120\nplain: |-\n  Slim thugga, motherfucker\n\n  Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n\n  Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n  (Mike Jones)\n  I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  I've sold two million records now my paper all swole now\n  The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  H-town (yeah)\n  Home of the candy paint\n  Home of the 84's and Vogues and the purple drank\n\n  Yo this the city that's slow (slow)\n  The city that's thawed (thawed)\n  The city where the boys flip the candy painted low (low)\n  The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed (blowed)\n  Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed (sewed)\n  Where they sip that paint (sip that paint)\n  And drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n\n  Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby\n\n  Haha know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Purple so muddy I can barely even drive (drive)\n  Blowin' down trees like a category five\n  Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  I could walk these streets if I was blind (know what I'm talkin' 'bout)\n  Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler\n  Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n\n  (Still breaking boys off hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\n  H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  See them quiet money gangstas, with they hand in the air\n  That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  This is H-Town (H-Town)\n  Screwed up and slowed down\n  It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n\n  H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  Z-Ro the crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  The white cup is for the Codeine and the Cigarillo is for the Kush\n  If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  We used to be the Dirty South, now we so dirty we filthy\n  So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off\n\n  Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking\n  Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  North and the south together we ball\n  Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n\n  State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  Six backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  Put ya H's up, represent'cha city bro\n  Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off (Southwest put ya dubs up)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss, still breaking boys off (baby lets go)\n\n  Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G\n  It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey\n  Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  Still reppin' my block, how ya likin' me now\n  Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  It's Rob G!\n\n  Yeah\n  King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' fours\n  Boys better chill 'fore this throwaway leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (I got it locked)\n  I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, (Tha Truth, nigga)\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay I'm from H-Town, Southwest stop drop and roll\n  If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock 'n roll\n  Braeswood, Woolfair, Club Creek, Spice Lane\n  West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  I'm so H-Town there's Codeine in my blood\n  And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. nigga what (It's Lil O homie)\n\n  Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice\n  This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  Still breaking boys off, hmm\n  Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss still breaking boys off\n"},{"id":26372683,"name":"Welcome 2 Houston","trackName":"Welcome 2 Houston","artistName":"Slim Thug","albumName":"Boss Of All Bosses II","duration":537.80898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Slim thugga, muthafucka!\nNow welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\nPop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\nBorn and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\nMarried to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\nAcres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\nRepping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\nAin't nobody better than the boss when I floss\nIt's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\nGot plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\nAnd it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\nShaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\nBentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\nIn the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\nTV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\nYou ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\nTop of my drop still missin' as Osama\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nI still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\nThey see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\nThey say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\nPhantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\nI've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now\nThe mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\nH-town, home of the candy paint\nHome of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank\nYeh this the city that's slow, the city that's thowed\nThe city where the boys flip the candy painted low\nThe city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed\nHustling ass D-boys got the game sewed\nWhere they sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)\nAnd drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\nThis Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nHustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\nWhere the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\nWe ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\nFrom South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\nI'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\nFrom Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\nWe steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\nHit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)\nKnow I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive\nBlowin' down trees like a Category 5\nSouthside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\nI could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?\nYung Redd, take ya out the future\nStars imitate swear to God I was a jewler\nRobert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\nTo my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nH-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\nGod blessed me with the million dollar pen\nSee them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air\nThat Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\nThis is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down\nIt's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\nPull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\nDon Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\nH-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\nWe go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\nFrom the city where our stadiums drop the top\nZ-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\nThe white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush\nIf you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\nWe used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy\nSo homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nWelcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking\nComing down the slab line the fo's crip walking\nTogether we stand, divided we fall, yeah\nNorth and the south together we ball\nFuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\nLemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\nIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\nThe drank man daddy, you know where to find me\nState to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\nY'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\nGot stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\nFresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\nPrada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\nPut'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro\nCounting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n(Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nNow welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G\nIt's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\nSouthwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\nI go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey\nRiding around, southwest side of my towm\nStill Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now\nIts from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\nBlack and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\nIt's Rob G!\nCheyah!\nKing of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's\nBoys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)\nI'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\nSuicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\nThey want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)\nI shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\nI'm so hood it be the true definition of me\nAin't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, Tha Truth, nigga!\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\nAy I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll\nIf I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll\nBraaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane\nWest Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\nI'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood\nAnd I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\nAnd you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\nI'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what\n(It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\nFor the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\nI knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\nEight's over ice straight product of the H\nSouthside, I never was no big socializer\nWith Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\nLike Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice\nThis game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\nYou can hate but that's the way a player floss\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\nI'ma get it while these haters just talk\n(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\nGotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\nAnd when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.12] Slim thugga, muthafucka!\n[00:23.04] Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n[00:26.55] Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n[00:29.58] Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n[00:32.81] Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n[00:36.07] Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n[00:38.79] Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n[00:41.92] Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n[00:44.76] It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n[00:47.80] Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n[00:50.56] And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n[00:53.98] Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n[00:57.02] Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n[01:00.07] In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n[01:03.23] TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n[01:06.31] You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n[01:09.35] Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n[01:12.04] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[01:15.17] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[01:17.43] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[01:21.14] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[01:23.51] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[01:27.02] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[01:29.53] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[01:33.30] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[01:35.74] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n[01:39.46] They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n[01:42.48] They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n[01:45.63] Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n[01:48.84] I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now\n[01:51.69] The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n[01:55.09] H-town, home of the candy paint\n[01:58.05] Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank\n[02:01.01] Yeh this the city that's slow, the city that's thowed\n[02:03.79] The city where the boys flip the candy painted low\n[02:06.83] The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed\n[02:09.82] Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed\n[02:12.89] Where they sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)\n[02:16.05] And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n[02:19.42] 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n[02:22.90] This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n[02:24.78] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[02:28.41] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[02:30.68] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[02:34.28] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[02:36.64] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[02:40.39] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[02:42.94] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[02:46.63] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[02:49.67] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n[02:52.44] Where the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n[02:55.64] We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n[02:58.49] From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n[03:01.78] I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n[03:04.59] From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n[03:07.72] We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n[03:11.12] Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)\n[03:13.41] Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive\n[03:17.02] Blowin' down trees like a Category 5\n[03:20.05] Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n[03:22.96] I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?\n[03:26.39] Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n[03:29.57] Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler\n[03:32.36] Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n[03:35.28] To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n[03:38.01] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[03:41.17] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[03:43.66] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[03:47.05] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[03:49.61] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[03:53.42] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[03:55.81] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[03:59.50] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[04:03.22] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n[04:06.30] God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n[04:08.88] See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air\n[04:11.58] That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n[04:15.24] This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down\n[04:17.83] It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n[04:21.20] Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n[04:23.78] Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n[04:27.04] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n[04:30.19] We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n[04:32.87] From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n[04:35.55] Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n[04:39.45] The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush\n[04:42.04] If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n[04:44.89] We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy\n[04:47.99] So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n[04:50.64] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[04:54.28] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[04:56.43] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[05:00.05] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[05:02.41] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[05:06.43] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[05:08.68] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[05:12.29] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[05:15.82] Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking\n[05:18.61] Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n[05:21.73] Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n[05:25.05] North and the south together we ball\n[05:27.69] Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n[05:30.85] Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n[05:33.73] It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n[05:36.79] The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n[05:39.30] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n[05:43.45] 6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n[05:45.80] Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n[05:49.27] Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n[05:51.78] Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n[05:55.19] Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n[05:58.10] Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro\n[06:01.03] Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n[06:03.21] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[06:07.01] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[06:09.22] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[06:12.81] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[06:15.20] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[06:18.98] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[06:21.34] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[06:23.71] (Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)\n[06:25.12] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[06:27.62] Now welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G\n[06:31.17] It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n[06:34.50] Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n[06:37.73] I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey\n[06:40.74] Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n[06:43.64] Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now\n[06:46.25] Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n[06:49.13] Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n[06:52.05] It's Rob G!\n[06:52.82] Cheyah!\n[06:53.65] King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's\n[06:56.08] Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n[06:59.00] I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n[07:02.16] Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n[07:05.29] They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)\n[07:08.22] I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n[07:11.20] I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n[07:13.97] Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, Tha Truth, nigga!\n[07:16.60] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[07:20.07] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[07:22.40] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[07:26.30] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[07:28.44] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[07:32.25] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[07:34.45] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[07:38.11] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n[07:40.68] Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll\n[07:44.30] If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll\n[07:47.35] Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane\n[07:51.04] West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n[07:53.95] I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood\n[07:56.35] And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n[07:59.28] And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n[08:02.17] I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what\n[08:05.80] (It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n[08:08.45] For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n[08:11.40] I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n[08:14.80] Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n[08:17.87] Southside, I never was no big socializer\n[08:21.28] With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n[08:24.45] Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice\n[08:27.32] This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n[08:29.09] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n[08:33.01] You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n[08:34.99] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n[08:38.58] I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n[08:41.04] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n[08:44.72] Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n[08:47.02] (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n[08:50.77] And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome 2 Houston\n  artist: Slim Thug\n  album: Boss Of All Bosses II\n  duration_ms: 537809\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Slim thugga, muthafucka!\n  start_ms: 21120\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 26550\n- text: Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  start_ms: 26550\n  end_ms: 29580\n- text: Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  start_ms: 29580\n  end_ms: 32810\n- text: Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  start_ms: 32810\n  end_ms: 36070\n- text: Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  start_ms: 36070\n  end_ms: 38790\n- text: Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  start_ms: 38790\n  end_ms: 41920\n- text: Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  start_ms: 41920\n  end_ms: 44760\n- text: It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n  start_ms: 44760\n  end_ms: 47800\n- text: Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  start_ms: 47800\n  end_ms: 50560\n- text: And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  start_ms: 50560\n  end_ms: 53980\n- text: Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  start_ms: 53980\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 60070\n- text: In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  start_ms: 60070\n  end_ms: 63230\n- text: TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  start_ms: 63230\n  end_ms: 66310\n- text: You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  start_ms: 66310\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 72040\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 72040\n  end_ms: 75170\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 75170\n  end_ms: 77430\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 77430\n  end_ms: 81140\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 81140\n  end_ms: 83510\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 83510\n  end_ms: 87020\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 87020\n  end_ms: 89530\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 89530\n  end_ms: 93300\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 93300\n  end_ms: 95740\n- text: I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  start_ms: 95740\n  end_ms: 99460\n- text: They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  start_ms: 99460\n  end_ms: 102480\n- text: They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  start_ms: 102480\n  end_ms: 105630\n- text: Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  start_ms: 105630\n  end_ms: 108840\n- text: I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now\n  start_ms: 108840\n  end_ms: 111690\n- text: The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  start_ms: 111690\n  end_ms: 115090\n- text: H-town, home of the candy paint\n  start_ms: 115090\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 121010\n- text: Yeh this the city that's slow, the city that's thowed\n  start_ms: 121010\n  end_ms: 123790\n- text: The city where the boys flip the candy painted low\n  start_ms: 123790\n  end_ms: 126830\n- text: The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed\n  start_ms: 126830\n  end_ms: 129820\n- text: Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed\n  start_ms: 129820\n  end_ms: 132890\n- text: Where they sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  start_ms: 132890\n  end_ms: 136050\n- text: And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  start_ms: 136050\n  end_ms: 139420\n- text: 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  start_ms: 139420\n  end_ms: 142900\n- text: This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n  start_ms: 142900\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 148410\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 148410\n  end_ms: 150680\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 150680\n  end_ms: 154280\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 154280\n  end_ms: 156640\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 156640\n  end_ms: 160390\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 160390\n  end_ms: 162940\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 162940\n  end_ms: 166630\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 166630\n  end_ms: 169670\n- text: Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  start_ms: 169670\n  end_ms: 172440\n- text: Where the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  start_ms: 172440\n  end_ms: 175640\n- text: We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  start_ms: 175640\n  end_ms: 178490\n- text: From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  start_ms: 178490\n  end_ms: 181780\n- text: I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  start_ms: 181780\n  end_ms: 184590\n- text: From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  start_ms: 184590\n  end_ms: 187720\n- text: We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  start_ms: 187720\n  end_ms: 191120\n- text: Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)\n  start_ms: 191120\n  end_ms: 193410\n- text: Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive\n  start_ms: 193410\n  end_ms: 197020\n- text: Blowin' down trees like a Category 5\n  start_ms: 197020\n  end_ms: 200050\n- text: Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  start_ms: 200050\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 206390\n- text: Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  start_ms: 206390\n  end_ms: 209570\n- text: Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler\n  start_ms: 209570\n  end_ms: 212360\n- text: Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  start_ms: 212360\n  end_ms: 215280\n- text: To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n  start_ms: 215280\n  end_ms: 218010\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 218010\n  end_ms: 221170\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 221170\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 227050\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 227050\n  end_ms: 229610\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 229610\n  end_ms: 233420\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 233420\n  end_ms: 235810\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 235810\n  end_ms: 239500\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 239500\n  end_ms: 243220\n- text: H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  start_ms: 243220\n  end_ms: 246300\n- text: God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  start_ms: 246300\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 251580\n- text: That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  start_ms: 251580\n  end_ms: 255240\n- text: This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down\n  start_ms: 255240\n  end_ms: 257830\n- text: It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  start_ms: 257830\n  end_ms: 261200\n- text: Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  start_ms: 261200\n  end_ms: 263780\n- text: Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n  start_ms: 263780\n  end_ms: 267040\n- text: H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  start_ms: 267040\n  end_ms: 270190\n- text: We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  start_ms: 270190\n  end_ms: 272870\n- text: From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  start_ms: 272870\n  end_ms: 275550\n- text: Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  start_ms: 275550\n  end_ms: 279450\n- text: The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush\n  start_ms: 279450\n  end_ms: 282040\n- text: If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  start_ms: 282040\n  end_ms: 284890\n- text: We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy\n  start_ms: 284890\n  end_ms: 287990\n- text: So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n  start_ms: 287990\n  end_ms: 290640\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 290640\n  end_ms: 294280\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 294280\n  end_ms: 296430\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 296430\n  end_ms: 300050\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 300050\n  end_ms: 302410\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 302410\n  end_ms: 306430\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 306430\n  end_ms: 308680\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 308680\n  end_ms: 312290\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 312290\n  end_ms: 315820\n- text: Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking\n  start_ms: 315820\n  end_ms: 318610\n- text: Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  start_ms: 318610\n  end_ms: 321730\n- text: Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  start_ms: 321730\n  end_ms: 325050\n- text: North and the south together we ball\n  start_ms: 325050\n  end_ms: 327690\n- text: Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  start_ms: 327690\n  end_ms: 330850\n- text: Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  start_ms: 330850\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 336790\n- text: The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n  start_ms: 336790\n  end_ms: 339300\n- text: State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  start_ms: 339300\n  end_ms: 343450\n- text: 6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  start_ms: 343450\n  end_ms: 345800\n- text: Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  start_ms: 345800\n  end_ms: 349270\n- text: Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  start_ms: 349270\n  end_ms: 351780\n- text: Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  start_ms: 351780\n  end_ms: 355190\n- text: Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  start_ms: 355190\n  end_ms: 358100\n- text: Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro\n  start_ms: 358100\n  end_ms: 361030\n- text: Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n  start_ms: 361030\n  end_ms: 363210\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 363210\n  end_ms: 367010\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 367010\n  end_ms: 369220\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 369220\n  end_ms: 372810\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 372810\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 375200\n  end_ms: 378980\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 378980\n  end_ms: 381340\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 381340\n  end_ms: 383710\n- text: (Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)\n  start_ms: 383710\n  end_ms: 385120\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 385120\n  end_ms: 387620\n- text: Now welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G\n  start_ms: 387620\n  end_ms: 391170\n- text: It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  start_ms: 391170\n  end_ms: 394500\n- text: Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  start_ms: 394500\n  end_ms: 397730\n- text: I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey\n  start_ms: 397730\n  end_ms: 400740\n- text: Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  start_ms: 400740\n  end_ms: 403640\n- text: Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now\n  start_ms: 403640\n  end_ms: 406250\n- text: Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  start_ms: 406250\n  end_ms: 409130\n- text: Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  start_ms: 409130\n  end_ms: 412050\n- text: It's Rob G!\n  start_ms: 412050\n  end_ms: 412820\n- text: Cheyah!\n  start_ms: 412820\n  end_ms: 413650\n- text: King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's\n  start_ms: 413650\n  end_ms: 416080\n- text: Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  start_ms: 416080\n  end_ms: 419000\n- text: I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  start_ms: 419000\n  end_ms: 422160\n- text: Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  start_ms: 422160\n  end_ms: 425290\n- text: They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)\n  start_ms: 425290\n  end_ms: 428220\n- text: I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  start_ms: 428220\n  end_ms: 431200\n- text: I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  start_ms: 431200\n  end_ms: 433970\n- text: Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, Tha Truth, nigga!\n  start_ms: 433970\n  end_ms: 436600\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 436600\n  end_ms: 440070\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 440070\n  end_ms: 442400\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 442400\n  end_ms: 446300\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 446300\n  end_ms: 448440\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 448440\n  end_ms: 452250\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 452250\n  end_ms: 454450\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 454450\n  end_ms: 458110\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 458110\n  end_ms: 460680\n- text: Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll\n  start_ms: 460680\n  end_ms: 464300\n- text: If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll\n  start_ms: 464300\n  end_ms: 467350\n- text: Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane\n  start_ms: 467350\n  end_ms: 471040\n- text: West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  start_ms: 471040\n  end_ms: 473950\n- text: I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood\n  start_ms: 473950\n  end_ms: 476350\n- text: And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  start_ms: 476350\n  end_ms: 479280\n- text: And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  start_ms: 479280\n  end_ms: 482170\n- text: I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what\n  start_ms: 482170\n  end_ms: 485800\n- text: (It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  start_ms: 485800\n  end_ms: 488450\n- text: For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  start_ms: 488450\n  end_ms: 491400\n- text: I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  start_ms: 491400\n  end_ms: 494800\n- text: Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  start_ms: 494800\n  end_ms: 497870\n- text: Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  start_ms: 497870\n  end_ms: 501280\n- text: With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  start_ms: 501280\n  end_ms: 504450\n- text: Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice\n  start_ms: 504450\n  end_ms: 507320\n- text: This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n  start_ms: 507320\n  end_ms: 509090\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  start_ms: 509090\n  end_ms: 513010\n- text: You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  start_ms: 513010\n  end_ms: 514990\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  start_ms: 514990\n  end_ms: 518580\n- text: I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  start_ms: 518580\n  end_ms: 521040\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  start_ms: 521040\n  end_ms: 524720\n- text: Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  start_ms: 524720\n  end_ms: 527020\n- text: (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 527020\n  end_ms: 530770\n- text: And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  start_ms: 530770\nplain: |-\n  Slim thugga, muthafucka!\n  Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs\n  Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne\n  Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks\n  Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock\n  Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran\n  Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine\n  Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss\n  It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off\n  Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers\n  And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us\n  Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up\n  Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us\n  In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl\n  TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama\n  You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?\n  Top of my drop still missin' as Osama\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy\n  They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it\n  They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on\n  Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on\n  I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now\n  The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now\n  H-town, home of the candy paint\n  Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank\n  Yeh this the city that's slow, the city that's thowed\n  The city where the boys flip the candy painted low\n  The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed\n  Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed\n  Where they sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)\n  And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)\n  6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt\n  This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt\n  Where the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt\n  We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off\n  From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north\n  I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too\n  From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview\n  We steady bangin on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu\n  Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)\n  Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive\n  Blowin' down trees like a Category 5\n  Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side\n  I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?\n  Yung Redd, take ya out the future\n  Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler\n  Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you\n  To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N\n  God blessed me with the million dollar pen\n  See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air\n  That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised out there\n  This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down\n  It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound\n  Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'\n  Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'\n  H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S\n  We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath\n  From the city where our stadiums drop the top\n  Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got\n  The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush\n  If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push\n  We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy\n  So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking\n  Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking\n  Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah\n  North and the south together we ball\n  Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang\n  Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne\n  It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D\n  The drank man daddy, you know where to find me\n  State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid\n  6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig\n  Y'all know we do it big, like a freightliner rig\n  Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid\n  Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'\n  Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro\n  Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro\n  Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  (Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  Now welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G\n  It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up\n  Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies\n  I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey\n  Riding around, southwest side of my towm\n  Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now\n  Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief\n  Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep\n  It's Rob G!\n  Cheyah!\n  King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's\n  Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (lights out)\n  I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls\n  Suicide make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk)\n  They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)\n  I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors up)\n  I'm so hood it be the true definition of me\n  Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me, Tha Truth, nigga!\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n  Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll\n  If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll\n  Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane\n  West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change\n  I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood\n  And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs\n  And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup\n  I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what\n  (It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away\n  For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state\n  I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case\n  Eight's over ice straight product of the H\n  Southside, I never was no big socializer\n  With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss\n  Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice\n  This game a pie, I don't want it all I just need a slice\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss\n  You can hate but that's the way a player floss\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout\n  I'ma get it while these haters just talk\n  (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north\n  Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south\n  (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)\n  And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)\n"},{"id":14381370,"name":"Addicted","trackName":"Addicted","artistName":"Slim Thug","albumName":"Welcome 2 Houston","duration":205.9232649,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm addicted to money\nI'm addicted to hoes\nI'm addicted to cars\nI'm addicted to clothes\nDripping??\nSipping drink marijuana\nI stick my dick all in your bitch then give her back, I don't want her\nShout out my dogs in the trenches\nFree my boys in the pen\nI live my life a balla hustla\nI'ma shine to the end\nI'm fuckin' these bitches and getting' these riches\nBecause I be pimpin' my pen\nI got the slab on glass house\nAnd got the foreign on ten\n\nNiggas wanna hate cause I got cake congratulate\nTop down in LA but I still ride on Texas plates\nLast night i lost like 20 Gs in a casino\nI don't give a fuck, I make it right back with a feature\nI'm so Houston Texas, I bought? on the?\nMy bed cost 15 Gs, bitch I ain't fuckin' on the floor\nDiamond grills, poppin' seals, make it hard to feel yo\nFuckin' hoes, on these shows, that's how your nigga live\nH-O-U-S-T-O-N,? shades behind the?\nPussy poppin' on my Gucci buckle while she ride my dick\nThugga told me, get your dough and shine on these hoes\nI get plenty? checks and I got hoes on the pole\n\nEverywhere you see me, you gon' see me with a bad bitch\nI keep a pretty lady by my side, it's a habit\nShe say she a model, my bitch make her look average\nBig bank rolls and bad hoes I gotta have it\nLive life lavish\nPockets like I'm playing for them Rockets\nCourtside with my niggas, tryna see if I'ma profit\nPull up, trunk knockin'?\nStep up out the car they like, damn can you smell that\nI'm just being me, and being me is being real\nStill roll old school Caddie bumper grill\nThugga still trill, keep my city on the map\nWelcome to H-Town where them real niggas at","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Addicted\n  artist: Slim Thug\n  album: Welcome 2 Houston\n  duration_ms: 205923\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm addicted to money\n  I'm addicted to hoes\n  I'm addicted to cars\n  I'm addicted to clothes\n  Dripping??\n  Sipping drink marijuana\n  I stick my dick all in your bitch then give her back, I don't want her\n  Shout out my dogs in the trenches\n  Free my boys in the pen\n  I live my life a balla hustla\n  I'ma shine to the end\n  I'm fuckin' these bitches and getting' these riches\n  Because I be pimpin' my pen\n  I got the slab on glass house\n  And got the foreign on ten\n\n  Niggas wanna hate cause I got cake congratulate\n  Top down in LA but I still ride on Texas plates\n  Last night i lost like 20 Gs in a casino\n  I don't give a fuck, I make it right back with a feature\n  I'm so Houston Texas, I bought? on the?\n  My bed cost 15 Gs, bitch I ain't fuckin' on the floor\n  Diamond grills, poppin' seals, make it hard to feel yo\n  Fuckin' hoes, on these shows, that's how your nigga live\n  H-O-U-S-T-O-N,? shades behind the?\n  Pussy poppin' on my Gucci buckle while she ride my dick\n  Thugga told me, get your dough and shine on these hoes\n  I get plenty? checks and I got hoes on the pole\n\n  Everywhere you see me, you gon' see me with a bad bitch\n  I keep a pretty lady by my side, it's a habit\n  She say she a model, my bitch make her look average\n  Big bank rolls and bad hoes I gotta have it\n  Live life lavish\n  Pockets like I'm playing for them Rockets\n  Courtside with my niggas, tryna see if I'ma profit\n  Pull up, trunk knockin'?\n  Step up out the car they like, damn can you smell that\n  I'm just being me, and being me is being real\n  Still roll old school Caddie bumper grill\n  Thugga still trill, keep my city on the map\n  Welcome to H-Town where them real niggas at\n"},{"id":15355582,"name":"Poison","trackName":"Poison","artistName":"Slim Thug","albumName":"Welcome 2 Houston","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dagger\nIt's driving me out of my mind\nThat's why it's hard for me to fall (it's hard man)\nIt's getting me out of my head\nLet's forget her love (DJ grass)\nThat girl is bad\n\nCan't get it out of my head (never)\nCan't get it out of my head (now)\nIt's driving me out of my mind (never)\nThat's why it's hard for me to fall\n\nThat girl there poison (poison)\nWell I don't mean it in a bad way\nI gatta go see her men\nDear night, dear day\nCause so good, top so good\nMake a player never wanna leave (never)\nI make you wanna take the girl lay well with you\n\nWon't never let her breath\nAnd she's so bad\nMen look at that ass\nStay ready for what ever when ever\nIf your trying to have a blast\nMake a GB like God damn\nIs this for real (for real)\nI feel like I got the baddest one in the city\nHell yeah tonight I'm gonna chill (chill)\n\nHide tricks trying to get her (get her)\nAll them haters trying to win her\nDrop outside all about, singing man and the bitch\nAnytime to see me out in the club with her\nBut no, she's mine\nAnd hey to the fake she blind\nShe ehn left the crib, since I got her to the crib\nAnd knock her down\nShe got the crown, a girl there poison\n\nCan't get it out of my head\nCan't get it out of my head\nIt's driving me out of my mind\nThat's why it's hard for me to fall\nCan't get it out of my head\nCan't get it out of my head\nIt's driving me out of my mind\nThat's why it's hard for me to fall\n\nShe like to throw it back at you (back at you)\nShe like to throw it back at you (back at you)\nPut that arch at the back\nGo up and down, move side to side\nHell yeah throw it back at you\nGo hard like a pro\nWill make u feel like you own a porn hub show\nMen, and a girl that can ride it\nLike a champ on the low on the low\nAnd not missing\n\nKill the love when I hit it so much, now I kissing\nUsed to be a stand up P, break it boys\nNow 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You add a couple grams, I'll take a couple lanes, right\n\n  You can call it what you want\n  Round here we call it life, some make it, most don't\n  But in the words of my OG pimp\n  You gonna respect someone round here, real talk\n  So niggas...\n\n  Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga\n  Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga\n  You might not even make it out the club, nigga\n  When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga\n  Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga\n  Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga\n  Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga\n  These bitches want your money,\n  they dont wanna fuck, nigga\n\n  Ho city, mother fucker, that's where I'm from\n  Look me in the eyes, niggas talk that shit\n  and get shot in they tongue\n  When guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run\n  Every week them Ho heads be like:\n  Look what that damn fools damn done\n\n  They mean them done shot up the block again\n  There was zero near\n  I don't 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I'm tryna make some moves, yeah you know how Thugger do\n\n  I been gettin' money\n  When I tell 'em how I did it like uh-uh\n  Fuckin' on a nigga bitch\n  Who want me to be with her like uh-uh\n  Pull up in somethin' so foreign\n  Can't even spell it, lookin' like uh-uh\n  I been winnin', uh-huh, I been winnin' like uh-huh\n  I been winnin' like uh-huh\n  I been winnin', uh-huh\n  Pull up in somethin' so foreign\n  Can't even spell it, lookin' like uh-uh\n  Uh-uh\n\n  I came from rags to riches\n  I got that bag in business\n  I just be mindin' my business\n  Tell that bitch get out her feelings\n  I ain't mad 'bout nothin'\n  Too busy out here winnin'\n  Diamonds dancin', need to tip 'em\n  All these birds, gotta flip 'em\n  Percocets in my system\n  Partner got 'em over pharmacy\n  God got me, ain't no harmin' me\n  I got hoes that's charmin' me, yeah\n  I feel like Baby Escobar\n  I got that work, who need a job?\n  I told my homies we ain't gotta rob\n  All this work, I know 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Boston George\n  album: Welcome 2 Houston\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I been gettin' money, how I did it\n  Well I tell 'em like uh-uh (Uh-uh)\n  I been gettin' money, how I get it\n  Well I tell 'em like uh-uh\n  Fuckin' on a nigga bitch\n  Who want me to be with her like uh-uh\n  I been winnin' like uh-uh-huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  I been gettin' money\n  When I tell 'em how I did it like uh-uh\n  Fuckin' on a nigga bitch\n  Who want me to be with her like uh-uh\n  Pull up in somethin' so foreign\n  Can't even spell it, lookin' like uh-uh\n  I been winnin', uh-huh, I been winnin' like uh-huh\n  I been winnin' like uh-huh\n  I been winnin', uh-huh\n  Pull up in somethin' so foreign\n  Can't even spell it, lookin' like uh-uh\n  Uh-uh\n\n  Pullin' up somethin' foreign, that's how them bosses move\n  Was born to win, I feel like I'm just too cool to lose\n  Can't put on my shoes, I paid my dues and earned my stripes\n  God first and hard work, it got me that boss life\n  When you playin' with cash, these bitches'll fall in love fast\n  They say how I got them bands, I tell 'em rude to ask\n  Smash and pass, keep these broads out my business\n  Broken hearts turn witness, I ain't tryna be a victim\n  Niggas don't listen, these bitches don't listen\n  I'm tryna run a business, this shit feel like pimpin'\n  Yeah, that's why I can't fuck with you\n  I'm tryna make some moves, yeah you know how Thugger do\n\n  I been gettin' money\n  When I tell 'em how I did it like uh-uh\n  Fuckin' on a nigga bitch\n  Who want me to be with her like uh-uh\n  Pull up in somethin' so foreign\n  Can't even spell it, lookin' like uh-uh\n  I been winnin', uh-huh, I been winnin' like uh-huh\n  I been winnin' like uh-huh\n  I been winnin', uh-huh\n  Pull up in somethin' so foreign\n  Can't even spell it, lookin' like uh-uh\n  Uh-uh\n\n  I came from rags to riches\n  I got that bag in business\n  I just be mindin' my business\n  Tell that bitch get out her feelings\n  I ain't mad 'bout nothin'\n  Too busy out here winnin'\n  Diamonds dancin', need to tip 'em\n  All these birds, gotta flip 'em\n  Percocets in my system\n  Partner got 'em over pharmacy\n  God got me, ain't no harmin' me\n  I got hoes that's charmin' me, yeah\n  I feel like Baby Escobar\n  I got that work, who need a job?\n  I told my homies we ain't gotta rob\n  All this work, I know somebody need it\n  We got them prices, can't beat it\n  I'm from Houston, yeah the land man\n  AMG, yeah the band clan\n  Ooh, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah\n\n  I been gettin' money\n  When I tell 'em how I did it like uh-uh\n  Fuckin' on a nigga bitch\n  Who want me to be with her like uh-uh\n  Pull up in somethin' so foreign\n  Can't even spell it, lookin' like uh-uh\n  I been winnin', uh-huh, I been winnin' like uh-huh\n  I been winnin' like uh-huh\n  I been winnin', uh-huh\n  Pull up in somethin' so foreign\n  Can't even spell it, lookin' like uh-uh\n  Uh-uh\n"},{"id":17740994,"name":"Addicted","trackName":"Addicted","artistName":"Slim Thug feat. Kirko Bangz","albumName":"Welcome 2 Houston","duration":205.9232649,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm addicted to money\nI'm addicted to hoes\nI'm addicted to cars\nI'm addicted to clothes\nDripping??\nSipping drink marijuana\nI stick my dick all in your bitch then give her back, I don't want her\nShout out my dogs in the trenches\nFree my boys in the pen\nI live my life a balla hustla\nI'ma shine to the end\nI'm fuckin' these bitches and getting' these riches\nBecause I be pimpin' my pen\nI got the slab on glass house\nAnd got the foreign on ten\n\nNiggas wanna hate cause I got cake congratulate\nTop down in LA but I still ride on Texas plates\nLast night i lost like 20 Gs in a casino\nI don't give a fuck, I make it right back with a feature\nI'm so Houston Texas, I bought? on the?\nMy bed cost 15 Gs, bitch I ain't fuckin' on the floor\nDiamond grills, poppin' seals, make it hard to feel yo\nFuckin' hoes, on these shows, that's how your nigga live\nH-O-U-S-T-O-N,? shades behind the?\nPussy poppin' on my Gucci buckle while she ride my dick\nThugga told me, get your dough and shine on these hoes\nI get plenty? checks and I got hoes on the pole\n\nEverywhere you see me, you gon' see me with a bad bitch\nI keep a pretty lady by my side, it's a habit\nShe say she a model, my bitch make her look average\nBig bank rolls and bad hoes I gotta have it\nLive life lavish\nPockets like I'm playing for them Rockets\nCourtside with my niggas, tryna see if I'ma profit\nPull up, trunk knockin'?\nStep up out the car they like, damn can you smell that\nI'm just being me, and being me is being real\nStill roll old school Caddie bumper grill\nThugga still trill, keep my city on the map\nWelcome to H-Town where them real niggas at","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Addicted\n  artist: Slim Thug feat. 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Z-Ro","albumName":"Welcome 2 Houston","duration":230.217143,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let's get this party started\nI swear am cold hearted\nThere is no negotiation\nAm not here for debating\nYou need some motivation\nJust look at Ben's face\nAnd ask your self how long you think I remained patient\nI'll throw him overboard and let him swim killer sharks\nU need to hand over the wand or he will be ripped apart\nLet's just be smart but oh for you that must be hard\nYou will get your wand no one has to come to any harm\nDon't try to intermidate\nYour bark is much worse than your bite\nWhose the baddest of them all\nI guess we are finding out tonight\nLet's go bring it on\nBetter give us what we want\nIts the wand for the crown\nIf u don't its going down\nLet's go make your move\nIf its a war it up to you\nGive em up and do it now\nIf you don't it going down\nWe want the wand or else the king is gone\nYour time is running out\nYou should really watch your mouth","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Its Going Down (The King & The Boss)\n  artist: Slim Thug feat. Z-Ro\n  album: Welcome 2 Houston\n  duration_ms: 230217\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let's get this party started\n  I swear am cold hearted\n  There is no negotiation\n  Am not here for debating\n  You need some motivation\n  Just look at Ben's face\n  And ask your self how long you think I remained patient\n  I'll throw him overboard and let him swim killer sharks\n  U need to hand over the wand or he will be ripped apart\n  Let's just be smart but oh for you that must be hard\n  You will get your wand no one has to come to any harm\n  Don't try to intermidate\n  Your bark is much worse than your bite\n  Whose the baddest of them all\n  I guess we are finding out tonight\n  Let's go bring it on\n  Better give us what we want\n  Its the wand for the crown\n  If u don't its going down\n  Let's go make your move\n  If its a war it up to you\n  Give em up and do it now\n  If you don't it going down\n  We want the wand or else the king is gone\n  Your time is running out\n  You should really watch your mouth\n"},{"id":3698066,"name":"No Love","trackName":"No Love","artistName":"Slim Thug feat. J-Dawg & Z-Ro","albumName":"Welcome 2 Houston","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to Houston, the bottom of the South\nIf you ain't from round here\nYou might not make it out\nI done seen it all, plenty balled then fall\nOne day buying the mall\nNext day lost it all\nDon't let the hype fool you\nKeep the tool close by\nThese jackals will play cool then hit you with the four five\nDon't let dick riders confuse you, thinking we soft\nYou gon' know, when the real street niggas out\n\nHomestead, Greenspoint, Fifth, Boyd, Acres home\nWhen I was coming up, that's the streets I roamed\nOld school with a glass set, paint whip\nBack when if your role slipped you had to have respect\nBeen on the streets for a long time\nNever changed, from the bottom to the top\nWhy you watch me?\nNever stop, I always stayed on grind\nAnd you can do the same if you just\nWait yo' time, huh\n\nWelcome to my city ain't no love, nigga\nJust automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga\nYou might not even make it out the club, nigga\nWhen they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga\nWelcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga\nDrive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga\nDon't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga\nThese bitches want your money,\nThey dont wanna fuck, nigga\n\nKnow them ho's remain violent\nEveryday we sliding, controlling and profiling\nYeah, on them phones acting like we never had shit\nAll up on your card, nigga\nGrimy dirty dirt, nigga\nYou spent the same shit you did for that foreign ho\nHave you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar leg before?\nPert like that before?\nWell let me tell you about it\nWelcome to the homeless crew, H town verse everybody\n\nAin't no fakes homey, this is no flex zone\nThem country niggas starving, eat a hole through\nYour neck bone\nYou best have your tour guide with ya'\nHe best be on point, like a bullseye, nigga\nLittle J said don't never let a nigga play\nWe from the Brookes so it's cut throat anyway\nShit, all I ever wanted was a cup of straight\nYou add a couple grams, I'll take a couple lanes, right\n\nYou can call it what you want\nRound here we call it life, some make it, most don't\nBut in the words of my OG pimp\nYou gonna respect someone round here, real talk\nSo niggas...\n\nWelcome to my city ain't no love, nigga\nJust automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga\nYou might not even make it out the club, nigga\nWhen they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga\nWelcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga\nDrive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga\nDon't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga\nThese bitches want your money,\nThey dont wanna fuck, nigga\n\nHo city, mother fucker, that's where I'm from\nLook me in the eyes, niggas talk that shit\nAnd get shot in they tongue\nWhen guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run\nEvery week them Ho heads be like:\nLook what that damn fools damn done\n\nThey mean them done shot up the block again\nThere was zero near\nI don't trust pussy, i put on all three rubbers before I go in\nIt's superbowl, you know these ho's tryna hit a leak\nAnd rap and rock niggas will kill your ass\nThey tryna get a brick, let it down\nI'm tryna tell you, don't be parking on the back streets\nEven though they know me they might still try to jack me\nSo I don't carry one weapon, I gotta pack three\nEven HPD might catch you slipping, Bro it's that deep\nYou can still call the drank man and get some codeine\nBut call the wrong one and get a bottle full of no deine\n\nWelcome to Houston, my nigga\nWhere you can have a good time or you can die, nigga (Eh)\n\nWelcome to my city ain't no love, nigga\nJust automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga\nYou might not even make it out the club, nigga\nWhen they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga\nWelcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga\nDrive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga\nDon't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga\nThese bitches want your money,\nThey 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grind\n[00:58.46] And you can do the same if you just\n[01:00.22] Wait yo' time, huh\n[01:01.23] Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga\n[01:04.85] Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga\n[01:07.90] You might not even make it out the club, nigga\n[01:10.51] When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga\n[01:13.74] Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga\n[01:17.10] Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga\n[01:19.94] Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga\n[01:23.22] These bitches want your money\n[01:24.77] They dont wanna fuck, nigga\n[01:26.01] Know them ho's remain violent\n[01:27.53] Everyday we sliding, controlling and profiling\n[01:31.62] Yeah, on them phones acting like we never had shit\n[01:35.43] All up on your card, nigga\n[01:37.01] Grimy dirty dirt, nigga\n[01:38.74] You spent the same shit you did for that foreign ho\n[01:41.18] Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar leg before?\n[01:44.90] Pert like that before?\n[01:46.28] Well 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text: 'they '\n    start_ms: 245020\n  - text: 'dont '\n    start_ms: 245320\n  - text: 'wanna '\n    start_ms: 245520\n  - text: 'fuck, '\n    start_ms: 245920\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 246480\nplain: |-\n  Welcome to Houston, the bottom of the South\n  If you ain't from round here\n  You might not make it out\n  I done seen it all, plenty balled then fall\n  One day buying the mall\n  Next day lost it all\n  Don't let the hype fool you\n  Keep the tool close by\n  These jackals will play cool then hit you with the four five\n  Don't let dick riders confuse you, thinking we soft\n  You gon' know, when the real street niggas out\n\n  Homestead, Greenspoint, Fifth, Boyd, Acres home\n  When I was coming up, that's the streets I roamed\n  Old school with a glass set, paint whip\n  Back when if your role slipped you had to have respect\n  Been on the streets for a long time\n  Never changed, from the bottom to the top\n  Why you watch me?\n  Never stop, I always stayed on grind\n  And you can do the same if you just\n  Wait yo' time, huh\n\n  Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga\n  Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga\n  You might not even make it out the club, nigga\n  When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga\n  Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga\n  Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga\n  Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga\n  These bitches want your money,\n  They dont wanna fuck, nigga\n\n  Know them ho's remain violent\n  Everyday we sliding, controlling and profiling\n  Yeah, on them phones acting like we never had shit\n  All up on your card, nigga\n  Grimy dirty dirt, nigga\n  You spent the same shit you did for that foreign ho\n  Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar leg before?\n  Pert like that before?\n  Well let me tell you about it\n  Welcome to the homeless crew, H town verse everybody\n\n  Ain't no fakes homey, this is no flex zone\n  Them country niggas starving, eat a hole through\n  Your neck bone\n  You best have your tour guide with ya'\n  He best be on point, like a bullseye, nigga\n  Little J said don't never let a nigga play\n  We from the Brookes so it's cut throat anyway\n  Shit, all I ever wanted was a cup of straight\n  You add a couple grams, I'll take a couple lanes, right\n\n  You can call it what you want\n  Round here we call it life, some make it, most don't\n  But in the words of my OG pimp\n  You gonna respect someone round here, real talk\n  So niggas...\n\n  Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga\n  Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga\n  You might not even make it out the club, nigga\n  When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga\n  Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga\n  Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga\n  Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga\n  These bitches want your money,\n  They dont wanna fuck, nigga\n\n  Ho city, mother fucker, that's where I'm from\n  Look me in the eyes, niggas talk that shit\n  And get shot in they tongue\n  When guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run\n  Every week them Ho heads be like:\n  Look what that damn fools damn done\n\n  They mean them done shot up the block again\n  There was zero near\n  I don't trust pussy, i put on all three rubbers before I go in\n  It's superbowl, you know these ho's tryna hit a leak\n  And rap and rock niggas will kill your ass\n  They tryna get a brick, let it down\n  I'm tryna tell you, don't be parking on the back streets\n  Even though they know me they might still try to jack me\n  So I don't carry one weapon, I gotta pack three\n  Even HPD might catch you slipping, Bro it's that deep\n  You can still call the drank man and get some codeine\n  But call the wrong one and get a bottle full of no deine\n\n  Welcome to Houston, my nigga\n  Where you can have a good time or you can die, nigga (Eh)\n\n  Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga\n  Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga\n  You might not even make it out the club, nigga\n  When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga\n  Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga\n  Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga\n  Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga\n  These bitches want your money,\n  They dont wanna fuck, nigga\n"}]