KnoWhatImSayin - Bun B, Slim Thug, Lil Keke

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'

This that «Man, hold up!»

shit, that styrofoam cup shit

That 84s and vogue flows that niggas can’t fuck wit'

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 boy

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 rep the set 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

Drinkin' drank by the pint, tryin' to sit up, don’t pull your shit up

When you see me, 'cause it’s Fader, I’m in my drop 5/9 watchin' 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 4s, 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 holdin', no playin'

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