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Gangsta Grillz (ft. Mike Jones & Killa Kyleon)

All bout the candy paint

All about the '4's baby

All about the sound baby

All about theBlowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Tell me what y'all know about this H-Town chickAll bout the candy paint

All about the '4's baby

All about the sound baby

All about theMake the beat chop chop

Make the beat chop chop

Make the beat chop chop

(H-Town)I like them gangsta grillz

Ridin' through like 'did you see those big wheels?'

Pop the trunk and let me feel, I got chills

Now what chu know about a ballaa, shot callaa

Now won't chu tell me what it do- Where you from?

I'm from Houston, keepin it screwed up

Ain't whatchu used to, tippin on 44's

On the note we stayed graded up, south-ayed it upI see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas man?

Its all about the heavy weight

Let me hear ya holla ya man

Houston, you know what it do

Let me hear ya holla mayn

LeToya just too much for you

Let me hear ya hollaAll bout the candy paint

All about the '4's baby

All about the sound baby

All about theBlowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-TownAll bout the candy paint

All about the '4's baby

All about the sound baby

All about theMake the beat chop chop

Make the beat chop chop

Make the beat chop chop

(H-Town)I got a thang for them gangstas with grills

Top to bottom like he's spendin' big scrill

So what cha into, tell me homie what's the deal?

Cause I wanna be your baby, drivin' you crazy

Cause we act a fool where I'm from

Houston, Texas keepin it screwed up

And you can bet, a thug is what I'm used to

Cause its what I'm all about, want you to holla outI see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas mayn?

Its all about the heavy weight

Let me hear ya holla ya mayn

Houston, you know what it do

Let me hear ya holla mayn

LeToya just too much for you

Let me hear ya hollaAll bout the candy paint

All about the '4's baby

All about the sound baby

All about theBlowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-TownAll bout the candy paint

All about the '4's baby

All about the sound baby

All about theMake the beat chop chop

Make the beat chop chop

Make the beat chop chop

(H-Town)That's right, they know who is it

Run it.

4 tires, 4's spinnin 'like a ceilin' fan

Seats reclinin', smokin' pine with the wheel in my hand

Diamonds shinin', gangsta grill look like a hundred grand

Now that's a Texas thang man, you wouldn't understand

We got that country grammar just like the St.Lunatics

In Texas (we screwed up!) that's how we be doin' it! (That's right)

Cause round here, it ain't all about the canabope?

Cause boy sittin' fat with tac's taller than the Alamo?I see you with the candy paint

Do you got them dollas man?

Its all about the heavy weight

Let me hear ya holla ya man

Houston, you know what it do

Let me holla man

LeToya just too much for you

Let me hear ya hollaAll bout the candy paint

All about the '4's baby

All about the sound baby

All about theBlowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Blowin' up on H-Town

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-TownAll bout the candy paint

All about the '4's baby

All about the sound baby

All about theMake the beat chop chop

Make the beat chop chop

Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)

Songwriters

SHELTON, KAYLA/GRAHAM, SHANNON L./JONES, MIKE A./LUCKETT, LETOYA NICOLE/ALLEN, TERRY/RILEY, KYLE JERODERRICKPublished by

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