Chris Ward - Welcome 2 Texas lyrics

(Welcome to Texas), where everything is bigger If them boys want war, we put one in they liver (Welcome to Texas), where we ball and parlay f** pretty hoes, everyday all day (Welcome to Texas), where the sun get hot Guns get hot, FBI run in ya spot (Welcome to Texas), this dope we ma** producing Act like you know, when y'all n***az come to Houston H.A.W.K. H-O-U-S-T-O-N With pimp hands for ends, and hard to apprehend We made men gorillas, primitive cave men Lord forgive me for my sins, in Jesus name amen We spray men at will, with intent to k** Do drug deals for thrills, and still remain real Here's some'ing you can feel, you better respect my turf For as long as you live, on this planet Earth Chris Ward Welcome to Texas, where we don't ride horses Unless you like candy cab mayn, Ferarris and Porshes Of course it's the truth, I'm still thugging in my youth Riding with the bulletproof, in a Vette with no roof Make b**h and snitch n***az, disappear like poof Cause our guns spit lead, just like verses in the booth Chris Ward's the name, and I'm 3rd Coast born Southside for life n***a, children of the corn C-Note We swarm like bees stacks G's, and blow trees Move these ki's for these fees, enough ice to freeze H-Town ride threes, Dallas boys roll D's Them haters fall to they knees, my switches jump like fleas Welcome to Texas drive Lexus, and live reckless Screwed Up Click b**h, acting bad living trechrous Surrounded by crumblers, you better play it how it go Them boys down South, down to make this b**h snow (Welcome to Texas), where everything is bigger If them boys want war, we put one in they liver (Welcome to Texas), where we ball and parlay f** pretty hoes, everyday all day (Welcome to Texas), where the sun get hot Guns get hot, FBI run in ya spot (Welcome to Texas), this dope we ma** producing Act like you know, when y'all n***az come to Houston Big Pokey I'ma represent Texas, till I'm under the gra** Cross that state line tripping, it's one in ya a** We smash gas for cash, and duck the task team Blast beams, and bleed corners for mad cream Take it to the extreme, it's about the Clutch Bust down ducks, and hug utility trucks Press our luck, flipping bucks out of state Sensei, repping H-Town setting it straight Mike D I know n***az out here, stay resenting me Cause I'm known for pushing Jags, Benzes and Bentleys Texas boss hogg, do the murder with no traces My trigger finger anxious, to bust up n***az braces Mobbing with Lil' Duke, in a drop Deville You in the Hun' with your main hoe, I'm 20 inch steel Caps get peeled, n***az best shield they grill When I'm X'd out co*ked up, gangsta leaning on three wheel Play with ten on my pinky, with a igloo glowing Even my main b**h hoeing, cause that puddy hole golden Like K say where you been, (where you been) Down in Texas it's a war, but with dope beats and pens Run with Laf-Tex made men, Mobstyle afilliated Clicked up with Dead End, now you motherf**ers hate it E.S.G. Welcome to Texas playboy, slang crack for fatter stacks Population overflowing, from Mexican Cadillacs Watch how bad we act, fat sacks of chronic smoke Use words like thoed, 84's no hundred spokes Looking for a joke, called Ced the Entertainer Cedric Sosa's a soldier, Southside head banger One in the chamber, cause the streets get hectic E.S.G., the state representative for Texas