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They Don't Know

They don't know what that scar 'bout

They don't know what that bar 'bout

They don't know what that candy car 'bout

Or smokin' that joint 'bout

Texas is the home of the playas and pimps

Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas

Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised

Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay, all ready

What you know 'bout swangaz and vogues?

What you know 'bout purple drank?

What you know 'bout poppin' trunk

Neon lights, candy paint?

What you know 'bout white shirts

Starched down jeans with a razor crease

Platinum and gold on top our teeth

Big ol' chains with a iced out piece?

You don't know 'bout Michael Watts

You don't know 'bout DJ Screw

What you know 'bout, man, hold up

I done came down and what it do?

They don't know 'bout P.A.T

What you know 'bout Free Pimp C?

What you know 'bout the Swishahouse, man?

What you know 'bout the S.U.C?

We keep it playa, ain't no fake

When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate

We listen to music, screwed and chopped

Down here in this Lonestar state

Outta towners be comin' around

Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down

But you don't know nuthin' 'bout my town

Either hold it down or move around

They don't know what that scar 'bout

They don't know what that bar 'bout

They don't know what that candy car 'bout

Or smokin' that joint 'bout

Texas is the home of the playas and pimps

Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas

Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised

Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay

(Mike Jones)

Me and Paul we actin' a fool

When screens fall I'm packin' a tool

I'm Texas raised, Texas made

We grind daily, no minimum wage

I represent the home of candy cars

Screw music and purple bar

Trunk bangin', fifth hangin'

84's and vogue swangin'

Belt-buckles we wear in Texas

Rag-tops lay down on Lexus

Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace

Haters hate, 'cuz we well respected

Paul Wall and Mike Jones

Who one of the throwedest on the microphone

We sittin' high on twenty inch chrome

Tryin' to get our shine on

I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones

Who one of the throwedest on the microphone

We sittin' high on twenty inch chrome

Tryin' to get our shine on

I crack a smile and show platinum mouth

Every time I rap I rep Swishahouse

I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults

Five G's for me to even open my mouth

They don't know what that scar 'bout

They don't know what that bar 'bout

They don't know what that candy car 'bout

Or smokin' that joint 'bout

Texas is the home of the playas and pimps

Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas

Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised

Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay

All Ready, hold on, hold up a second

'Cuz boys comin' down blue or red

Down here pimpin' ain't dead

Grindin' daily to stack my bread

I from the place where girls jump fly

Now a days the brauds pimp brauds

'Cuz they got more game then most these guys

You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed

You don't know 'bout chunkin' a deuce

You don't know 'bout a southside fade

Down here we be ridin' D's

But you don't know about choppin' blades

Texas southern or Prairie View

What you know 'bout battle of the bands

Down here we got ghetto girls

Like wings, chicken or Timmy Chan's

You can catch me ridin' swangs

What you know 'bout sippin' syrup

You don't know 'bout pourin' it up

Purple drank some speeches slurred

You don't know 'bout the way we talk

Boys say we got country words

But I don't really care what you heard

'Cuz you don't know 'bout the dirty third

They don't know what that scar 'bout

They don't know what that bar 'bout

They don't know what that candy car 'bout

Or smokin' that joint 'bout

Texas is the home of the playas and pimps

Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas

Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised

Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay

Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay

Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay

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