Houston Is - K Rino, Sunday

City of Houston

Get on your feet, man

Salute

Even if you wasn’t born and raised out here

You mighta moved out here

You still Houston

All good

Houston is g’d up from the start

Everybody hanging out Sunday at MacGregor Park

Listen, Houston is Third Ward to the swat

Fourteen and a Half mixtape by Darrel Scott

Say it, Houston is keeping bread in your pocket

Riding with the home team, Astros, Oilers and Rockets

Home of the soldiers so it ain’t no folding

Legendary 34s, Hakeem, Earl and Nolan

Jumping out at the club sharp as a arrow

Rhinestone Wrangler, at Carol’s

Coke cans to get in AstroWorld, no ticket

And you ain’t from H-Town if you don’t know Wickett Crickett

Say it

Houston is still my number one city

Houston is the only town I wanna live in

Always shown me lov from the beginning

Ain’t nobody like us, that’s why w still winning

For paying homage because it’s only right for me to do

Frenchy’s Chicken on Scott, we do it for TSU

From the past to the present, shouting out to the greats

Still love Phi Slama Jama, repping U of H

Who remember Club Boomerang?

Now I’m reminiscing

Killing shows with the whole South Park Coalition

J. Prince had the vision so we started believing

Get Boys made the whole world respect our region

MO City to 5th Ward, yeah, I know you loving this

Street Military, please, can I have another hit?

Got our own style, ain’t no place like it in the world

And the whole planet got Screwed Up by Robert Earl

Crazy weather but still better than any place we know

Shoutout to my Mexican family, my latino

We the trendsetters, we stay ahead of the game

got way too many legends to name

That’s why

Houston is still my number one city

Houston is the only town I wanna live in

Always shown me love from the beginning

Ain’t nobody like us, that’s why we still winning

Most of the year H-Town be hotter than the oven

Remember the Screw Shop back when it was on Cullen?

Great tapes of the Screwed Up Click wrecking them beats

Kids Jam was the first radio station from the streets

You could pick any record label, it’s all H-Town

Rap-A-Lot, Swishahouse, Big Time or Jam Down

Dope House, Sucka Free, the homies at Wreck Shop

Suave House, Straight Profit and Short Stop, say it

Houston is Greenspoint and Acres Home

Playing high school football games inside the dome

Slabs was trunks rattling, folks chasing the paper

Club Gucci’s all the way to Jamaica Jamaica

Going to different parks, hooping, Timmy Chan after

Back in the days, loading up and riding to

Still laughing and ranking even on our down days

Buying your favorite rapper’s new album from Soundwaves

Catching the metro to travel throughout the town

Couldn’t afford the Galleria, we just went to walk around

When the bus stop running at dark, we used to walk

Let’s take it to the north, and

Mr. A’s and, Cornbread’s came later

Every rapper tryna be seen on Street Flavor

Every hood apartment complex I showed up in

Houston taught me the game when I didn’t know nothing

That’s why

Houston is still my number one city

Houston is the only town I wanna live in

Always shown me love from the beginning

Ain’t nobody like us, that’s why we still winning

So throw your deuces in the air

South Side, North Side

Can you tell me how you’re doing

So throw your deuces in the air

MO City,

Can you tell me how you’re doing