Slim Thug - Po' Up Justice lyrics

(Intro) Paul Wall in this motherf**er We like to welcome yall to motherf**in Texas Feel like uh… H Town that is (Verse) Welcome to Texas, 3rd time, with Paul Wall it’s going down I keep em down, man keep my 9 My diamonds shine, I keep em lined Wreckin sh** like it’s ‘99 That’s how we do it in the H Town f** it, I’mma gonna slow it down Pa** the 4, po it now I’m still here, haters in the rear Anytime that disappear Old school, plenty coasts are clear Still countin, sittin outside sponsored links Yellow ballin, I’m a shining star Yall n***as is falling Them bad b**hes still calling, Went from 4’s to Rrari growlin Crawlin a** on the highway, I get high every day I stay fly every day f** your b**h in every way H Town, that’s where I’ll stay Still reppin like I used to Still actin like I used to Still stuntin like I used to Still coming through something new Like I done the last 10+ Ya n***as alright but you ain’t us Switch V12’s, eat my dust I’m hoggin, back from Texas, just came from New Orleans I’ve been doin this sh** so long Man, I’m so tired of balling (Hook) We be tippin, codeiine sippin, never trippin, we just getting money South Park, 5th ward, mo’ city acres home Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up We be tippin, codeine sippin, never trippin, we just getting money South-west, homestead, greenspoint, yella stone Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up (Verse) b**h I’m thrown, sideways like Pacquaio Broads wanna wipe me down like a paper towel I’m at the gallery, followed by kush cloud Paper stacked, I look to pow so I buy what I want just like a growl Pull up and that engine growling Valet in that penny dropper Slim Thugger right behind me in the traffic stopper I’m the frenchies, drive through in the Maserati These boys talkin full of sh** like a Porter party Hold up, I’m sittin crookin on chrome Blowin stank, I’m stack a bank, handsfree phone Sippin paint, my Sprite paint, my jury ain’t no wrong If you talkin down on the Texans better leave me the f** alone My money long, that’s way I know Just look at the sh** I’m ownin I got too much money to make than to be worryin bout F’in a b**h a bone My mind gone, my top blown, I’m throwed My drink cold, my dank rolled, my bank roll is wow (Hook) We be tippin, codeine sippin, never trippin, we just getting money South Park, 5th ward, mo’ city acres home Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up We be tippin, golden sippin, never trippin, we just getting money South-west, homey stay green, pouring yella stone Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up