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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
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