Knowhatimsayin (feat. Slim Thug & Lil' Keke)

It's a Big E Beat! My paint is like, damn! Knowhatimsayin? My rims is like, man! Knowhatimsayin? My trunk is like, hold up! KnowhatImsayin? KnowhatImsayin? Texas and these boys ain't playin'! My roof is like, damn! Knowhatimsayin? My tooth is like, man! Knowhatimsayin? The truth; we like, hold up! Knowhatimsayin? KnowhatImsayin? Texas and these boys ain't playin'! [Verse 1: Bun B] This that "Man, hold up!" shit, that styrofoam cup shit That 84's and vogue flows that niggas can't fuck with Tippin' on fo'fos shit, slammin Cadillac doors shit That not only is it real, but it's realer than your shit! Woodgrain wheel and the candy paint mandatory If you're from that Texas, you already understand the story Money, cups and swangas (swangas) Tops chopped with that trunk lit Chunk a deuce with fingers (fingers) Boy, we ain't on that punk shit! Gulfway veteran that ain't too many better than Say he wanna dance with the devil, then fuck it, let him in! We don't bar niggas, droppin' bars while we on barre Yeah, you might be on, bitch, but you know you ain't on par! When I pull up on a pussy nigga with that chrome bar Shut his slab down, he gon' have to call up OnStar Sippin' drank, candy paint, them Texas boys started that Hate and I put one between your numbers like a quarterback! My paint is like, damn! Knowhatimsayin? My rims is like, man! Knowhatimsayin? My trunk is like, hold up! KnowhatImsayin? KnowhatImsayin? Texas and these boys ain't playin'! My roof is like, damn! Knowhatimsayin? My tooth is like, man! Knowhatimsayin? The truth; we like, hold up! Knowhatimsayin? KnowhatImsayin? Texas and these boys ain't playin'! H-Town, Texas, yeah, these boys ain't playin' Underground Kingz, we the kings of this land Stand tall for the trill, still represent right RIP Pimp C, poppin' trunk, showin' lights Still on that Westheimer, five gallons of the gloss In Event, bangin' ol' flows from the Swishahouse Wrist lit up, your bitch on my dick, hoe, get up! Drinking drank by the pint, trying to sit up Don't pull your shit up when you see me, 'cause it's Fader I'm in my drop 5/9 watching cable, newest one out the stable No labels, black-owned 'til I'm gone Still comin' through Acres Homes like it's money on my phone I'm a grown-ass boss, still like to floss For two decades straight I've been pullin' out! Paint cost 20 grand, got 'em lookin' like damn! Down in H-Town, I'm the man, hold up! My paint is like, damn! Knowhatimsayin? My rims is like, man! Knowhatimsayin? My trunk is like, hold up! KnowhatImsayin? KnowhatImsayin? Texas and these boys ain't playin'! My roof is like, damn! Knowhatimsayin? My tooth is like, man! Knowhatimsayin? The truth; we like, hold up! Knowhatimsayin? KnowhatImsayin? Texas and these boys ain't playin'! 95 degrees in the city, the top vanish L-Dog covered in chrome, my Lac's Spanish Paint job still ain't right? Then keep sprayin' 'Cause I'm comin' through, drippin' that candy, knowhatimsayin? Martin Luther, call him the King, 'cause this is playground Slab doors, leather and 4's, this why they hatin' now! Roll up, guess who 'bout to show up Pull up on they ass and make 'em throw up, hold up! Southside holding, no playing Come through in that pretty muthafucka like, man! Texas niggas stand, bitch, I'm Don Ke Ain't gon' never find another slab nigga like me! 713, ain't no secret what I claim Got a trunk full of speakers, niggas, diamonds on his chain Bitch, I go insane, crawlin' on them thangs 'Cause we twistin on that gas and we drinkin' purple rain, hold up!