Lyrics

[Chorus: Paul Wall] They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that Barre about They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about Texas is the home of the players and pimps Showin' naked ass​ in the great state of Texas Third Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised Texas, motherfucker​, that's where I stay (Already) [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] They know absolutely nathan about Bubba K What you was thinkin'? Clear the air, let's fumigate 'em But be careful [?] Heard you say I'm rock, usually make it like Hoobastank Bitch you mistakin' Y'all can't deal with the truth or take it I'm over it, whatchu wanna do? Let's crank it They don't know how my mood is changin' They don't know 'bout my new arrangement Had to do a little business overseas Now I'm headin' back home where I'm 'posed to be They don't know that they [?] A joke you see, I'm totally focusin' on takin' over things The New South most notably They don't know that I notice these Little lames done sayin' hello to me [?] is on level three Guess I don't sell enough Ghetto D (Be serious) But they don't know that I'm hell on these Ghetto streets, wanna check on me The [?] me a few felonies Never mind ho, you might tell on me They don't know that I'm [?] What a minute, who they say is the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit Of these lyrics, you may pray They don't know that I'm doin' well Southern Smoke that number ten It's Bubba y'all and looky here Oh DJ Smallz who's [?] [Chorus: Paul Wall] They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that Barre about They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about Texas is the home of the players and pimps Showin' naked ass​ in the great state of Texas Third Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised Texas, motherfucker​, that's where I stay (Already) [Verse 2: Paul Wall] What you know about swangers and vogues? (What?) What you know about purple drank? (What?) What you know about poppin' trunk? (What?) With neon lights and candy paint What you know about white shirts? (You don't know) Starched-down jeans with a razor crease Platinum and gold on top our teeth (What?) Big ol' chains with an iced-out piece (Bing) You don't know about Michael Watts (Nothin') You don't know about DJ Screw (Nothin') What you know about, man, hold up I done came down and what it do? (Already) You don't know about P-A-T (Uh) What you know about free Pimp C? What you know 'bout the Swishahouse? (What?) Man, what you know bout the S.U.C.? (Nothin') We keep it player, ain't no fake We be holdin' plex whenever haters hate (Okay) We listen to music screwed and chopped Down here in this Lone Star State Out-of-towners be comin' around Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down But you don't know nothin' 'bout my town Either hold it down or move around [Chorus: Mike Jones] They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that Barre about They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about Texas is the home of the players and pimps Showin' naked ass​ in the great state of Texas Third Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised Texas, motherfucker​, that's where I stay [Outro] Texas, motherfucker​, that's where I stay Texas, motherfucker​, that's where I stay