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 44'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 mayn?
It's all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya mayn
Houston, you know what it do
Let me hear ya holla mayn
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 gangstas with grills
Top to bottom like he's spendin' big skrill
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 mayn?
It's all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya mayn
Houston, you know what it do
Let me hear ya holla mayn
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, 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 that's a Texas thang mayn, you wouldn't understand
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 canabope
Cause boy sittin fat with tacks taller than the alamo?

[Chorus: LeToya]
I see you with the candy paint
Do you got them dollas mayn?
It's all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya mayn
Houston, you know what it do
Let me hear ya holla mayn
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)