[Bun B]  All bout the candy paint  All about the '4's baby  All about the sound baby  All about the...    Blowin up on H-Town [x3]  Tell me what ya'll know about this H-Town chick    All bout the candy paint  All about the '4's baby  All about the sound baby  All about the...    Make the beat chop chop [x3] ..(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 whatchu know about a ballaa, shot callaa  Now wontchu tell me wat it do- Where you from?  Im from Houston, keepin it screwed up  Aint whatchu used to, tippin on 44's  On the note we stayed graded up, south-ayed it up    I 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 wat it do  Let me hear ya holla mayn  LeToya just too much for you  Let me hear ya holla    [Bun B]  All bout the candy paint  All about the '4's baby  All about the sound baby  All about the...    Blowin up on H-Town [x3]  Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town    All bout the candy paint  All about the '4's baby  All about the sound baby  All about the...    Make the beat chop chop [x3] (H-Town)    I got a thang for them gangstas with grills  Top to bottom like he's spendin big scrill  So watcha into, tell me homie whats the deal?  Cause I wanna be your baby, drivin you crazy  Cause we act a fool where Im from  Houston, Texas keepin it screwed up  And you can bet, a thug is what Im used to  Cause its what Im all about, want you to holla out    [Chorus]  I 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 wat it do  Let me hear ya holla mayn  LeToya just too much for you  Let me hear ya holla    [Bun B]  All bout the candy paint  All about the '4's baby  All about the sound baby  All about the...    Blowin up on H-Town [x3]  Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town    All bout the candy paint  All about the '4's baby  All about the sound baby  All about the...    Make the beat chop chop [x3] (H-Town)    [Killa Kyleon]  Thats 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 thats a Texas thang mayn, you wouldnt understand  We got that country grammer just like the St.Lunatics  In Texas (we screwed up!) Thats how we be doin it! (Thats right)  Cause round here, it aint all about the canabope??  Cause boy sittin fat with tacs taller than the alamo?    [Chorus]  I 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 wat it do  Let me holla mayn  LeToya just too much for you  Let me hear ya holla    [Bun B]  All bout the candy paint  All about the '4's baby  All about the sound baby  All about the...    Blowin up on H-Town [x3]  Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, H-Town    All bout the candy paint  All about the '4's baby  All about the sound baby  All about the...    Make the beat chop chop [x3] (H-Town)