(*talking*)   Ha-ha, H-Town say      [J-Dawg]   I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda Civic   Hundred sack of that dro, got a G lifted   And the way I work the grain, gotta be gifted   Dipping, in and out of traffic swiftly   Tipsy, off drank but no beers here   I got a tre, and a twenty ounce root beer   Muddy, like a motherfucking hog pen   Banging Pac "Makaveli", play that number eight again   Time go by, puffing on high   I'm feeling too fly, and that ain't even high   See I's a gangsta nigga, I shoot or shank a nigga   But it's some'ing about them swangas, that'll change a nigga   Have you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger nigga   You shining harder than a bitch, he don't blame you nigga   Who could blame you nigga, you doing the damn thang   Staying true to the game, you deserve to swang      [Hook]   Behind that five percent, windows never go down   Music never go down, my nigga say slow down   Keep driving, pass that dro   Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's      [J-Dawg]   Hit your breaks homie, let the third light glow   Swang open the do', let em smell the dro   Naw we ain't capping, that there for them bitches   We grinding hard as fuck, and riding on our riches   Shit the fam good, the kids good   So why not grip wood through the hood nigga, come on now   Kush got me gone now, I don't smoke the stress   I been blessed, so if it's in the air it's the best   And if it's in my cup, it's that purple   Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a circle   No destination, nigga just riding   Big mothership gliding, motor on siding   That's what it is, what could be better   Send a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters   To my niggaz in the Penn, I'ma hold you down   Show the whole unit, how we do in H-Town nigga yeah      [Hook - 2x]      [Slim Thug]   I'm rolling on 4's, with the windows closed   Dro smoke up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows   Playafali on my toes, gotta show the world I'm having change   So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them thangs   Hurting boys mayn, Thugga gotta represent   I stay lit up, behind that five percent tint   Stay bent on the daily, when I'm in the hood   Shining like a superstar, when I grip the wood   Pieced up smelling good, gotta stay fresh   And show the world I'm blessed, everytime my voice up in your deck   Wreck the mic, and I wreck on the 'vard   Every season some'ing hard, coming out my garage   I don't barred, H-Town repping till I'm dead   From the Tre to the West, to my G's off the 'Stead   Boys out here getting bread, and reaching our goals   Behind tint with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's      [Hook - 2x]