Gangsta Grillz

Lyrics

[Refrain: Bun B & LeToya] All bout the candy paint All about the '4's baby All about the sound baby All about the... Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town 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 (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) [Verse 1: LeToya] 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 what you know about a balla, shot calla Now won't you tell me what it do, where you from? I'm from Houston, keepin' it screwed up Ain't what you used to, tippin' on fo fo's On the north they stay braided up, south faded up [Chorus: LeToya] I see you with the candy paint Do you got them dollas, man? It's all about the heavyweight Let me hear ya holla, man Houston, you know what it do Let me hear ya holla Toya just too much for you Let me hear ya holla [Refrain: 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 Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on 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 (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) [Verse 2: LeToya] I got a thang for them gangsta's with grillz Top to bottom like he's spendin' big scrills So what you into, tell me homie, what's the deal? 'Cause I wanna be your baby, drivin' you crazy 'Cause we act a fool where I'm from Houston Texas, keepin' it screwed up And you can bet, a thug is what I'm used to 'Cause it's what I'm all about, want you to holla out [Chorus: LeToya] I see you with the candy paint Do you got them dollas, man? It's all about the heavyweight Let me hear ya holla, man Houston, you know what it do Let me hear ya holla Toya just too much for you Let me hear ya holla [Refrain: 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 Blowin up on H-Town Blowin up on H-Town Blowin up on 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 (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) [Verse 3: Killa Kyleon] Thats right they know who it is Running four tires, four spinnin' like a ceiling fan Seats recline, smokin' pine with will in my hand Diamonds shinin', gangsta grill look like a hundred grand Now that's a Texas thang, man, you wouldn't understand And we got that country grammar Just like the St. Lunatics (In Texas we screwed up!) That's how we be doin' it (That's right) 'Cause 'round here, it ain't all about the cattle bro Cause boy's sittin' fat with stacks taller than the Alamo [Chorus: LeToya] I see you with the candy paint Do you got them dollas, man? It's all about the heavyweight Let me hear ya holla, man Houston, you know what it do Let me hear ya holla Toya just too much for you Let me hear ya holla [Refrain: Bun B] All bout the candy paint All about the '4s baby All about the sound baby All about the... Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on H-Town Blowin' up on 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 (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town) Make the beat chop chop (H-Town)