Lyrics:

They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that Barre about
They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about
Texas is the home of the players and pimps
Showin' naked ass? in the great state of Texas
Third Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Texas, motherfucker?, that's where I stay (Already)

What you know about swangers and vogues? (What?)
What you know about purple drank? (What?)
What you know about poppin' trunk? (What?)
With neon lights and candy paint
What you know about white shirts? (You don't know)
Starched-down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth (What?)
Big ol' chains with an iced-out piece (Bing)
You don't know about Michael Watts (Nothin')
You don't know about DJ Screw (Nothin')
What you know about, man, hold up
I done came down and what it do? (Already)
You don't know about P-A-T (Uh)
What you know about free Pimp C?
What you know 'bout the Swishahouse? (What?)
Man, what you know bout the S.U.C.? (Nothin')
We keep it player, ain't no fake
We be holdin' plex whenever haters hate (Okay)
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star State
Out-of-towners be comin' around
Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down
But you don't know nothin' 'bout my town
Either hold it down or move around

They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that Barre about
They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about
Texas is the home of the players and pimps
Showin' naked ass? in the great state of Texas
Third Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Texas, motherfucker?, that's where I stay (Mike Jones)

Me and Paul, we actin' a fool
When screens fall, I'm packin' a tool
I'm Texas raised, Texas made
We grind daily, no minimum wage
I represent the home of candy cars
Screw music and purple Barre
Trunk bangin', fifth hangin'
'84s and Vogue swangin'
Belt buckles we wear in Texas
Rag tops lay down on Lexus
Diamonds shinin' from grill and necklace
Haters hate 'cause we well-respected
Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Two of the throwedest on the microphone
We sittin' high on twenty-inch chrome
Grindin', gettin' our shine on
I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Two of the throwedest on the microphone
We sittin' high on twenty-inch chrome
Grindin', gettin' our shine on
I crack a smile and show platinum mouth
Every time I rap, I rep Swishahouse
I'll spit a verse, head straight to the vault
Five G's for me to even open my mouth

They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that Barre about
They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about
Texas is the home of the players and pimps
Showin' naked ass? in the great state of Texas
Third Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Texas, motherfucker?, that's where I stay (Already)

Hold on, hold up a second, cuz
Boys comin' down blue or red (Man)
Down here, pimpin' ain't dead (Huh)
Grindin' daily to stack my bread
I'm from the place where girls jump fly (What?)
Nowadays, the broads pimp broads (Yup)
They got more game than most these guys
You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed (Gone)
You don't know about chunkin' the deuce (Nothin')
You don't know 'bout a Southside fade (Nothin')
Down here, we be ridin' D's
But you don't know about choppin' blades (What?)
At Texas Southern or Prairie View (What?)
What you know about battle of the bands?
Down here, we got ghetto grub
Like Williams Chicken or Timmy Chan's (Okay)
You can catch me ridin' swang
What you know about sippin' syrup? (Nothin')
You don't know about pourin' it up
Purple drank so speech is slurred (What?)
You don't know about the way we talk
Boys say we got country words (Huh?)
But I don't really care what you heard (Okay)
'Cause you don't know 'bout the Dirty Third

They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that Barre about
They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about
Texas is the home of the players and pimps
Showin' naked ass? in the great state of Texas
Third Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Texas, motherfucker?, that's where I stay

Texas, motherfucker?, that's where I stay
Texas, motherfucker?, that's where I stay