(feat. Mike Jones & Killa Kyleon) [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)
A Static Lullaby lyrics