Gangsta Grillz Lyrics - Letoya - Letoya Luckett

[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 [x3] 

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 [x3] ..(H-Town) 

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 whatchu know about a ballaa, shot callaa 

Now wontchu tell me wat it do- Where you from? 

Im from Houston, keepin it screwed up 

Aint whatchu used to, tippin on 44's 

On the note we stayed graded up, south-ayed it up 

I see you with the candy paint 

Do you got them dollas mayn? 

Its all about the heavy weight 

Let me hear ya holla ya mayn 

Houston, you know wat it do 

Let me hear ya holla mayn 

LeToya just too much for you 

Let me hear ya holla 

[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 [x3] 

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, 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 [x3] (H-Town) 

I got a thang for them gangstas with grills 

Top to bottom like he's spendin big scrill 

So watcha into, tell me homie whats the deal? 

Cause I wanna be your baby, drivin you crazy 

Cause we act a fool where Im from 

Houston, Texas keepin it screwed up 

And you can bet, a thug is what Im used to 

Cause its what Im all about, want you to holla out 

[Chorus] 

I see you with the candy paint 

Do you got them dollas mayn? 

Its all about the heavy weight 

Let me hear ya holla ya mayn 

Houston, you know wat it do 

Let me hear ya holla mayn 

LeToya just too much for you 

Let me hear ya holla 

[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 [x3] 

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, 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 [x3] (H-Town) 

[Killa Kyleon] 

Thats right, they know who is it 

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 thats a Texas thang mayn, you wouldnt understand 

We got that country grammer just like the St.Lunatics 

In Texas (we screwed up!) Thats how we be doin it! (Thats right) 

Cause round here, it aint all about the canabope?? 

Cause boy sittin fat with tacs taller than the alamo? 

[Chorus] 

I see you with the candy paint 

Do you got them dollas mayn? 

Its all about the heavy weight 

Let me hear ya holla ya mayn 

Houston, you know wat it do 

Let me holla mayn 

LeToya just too much for you 

Let me hear ya holla 

[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 [x3] 

Let me hear you screw it, its Houston, 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 [x3] (H-Town)