C. Vo - From the Mo. (Prod. by Darrell "Dizzy D" Fields). @cvofromthemo facebook.com/cvofromthemo.
C. Vo is a brand new, young rap lyricist from Missouri City (The Mo.), Texas whose dirty south style merges old school hip hop fun with modern lyrical soph
C. Vo has been rapping since the tender age of 14 when he discovered a tape of old songs and unfinished beats his uncle Darrell "Dizzy D" Fields recorded over 15 years ago. Immediately C. Vo began to write original lyrics to the instrumentals. After all of the beats were used, he began recording to original beats produced by some of the sickest producers in the business.
Story behind the song
Houston Texans fight song, but good for any fan of American Football.
Lyrics
Yo! I only have one question. Who's 'bout dem Texans? H Town, Mo City, Stafford, Sugarland, Pearland, stand up! Represent!
Yeah! And Wade will get a fade when that championship gets made.
Texans, H Town, score another touchdown / they can air it out or pound it out on the ground
We bout them Texans, H Town score another touchdown / defense locks you up, so you know they're Superbowl bound.
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It's the Houston Texans, not the Titans or Giants / JJ Watt will light you up inside Reliant.
Texans stand defiant, opposition is quiet / it's an all out blitz, like a jail house riot.
Mercilus shows no mercy, got the heart of a lion / he'll ring your bell & light you up like a siren.
Kevin Walter won't faulter, like the Rock of Gibraltar / in battle red, forge ahead, can't assault'em or halt'em.
They haven't written a manuel on how to stop O Daniel / James Casey is beastin', on the defense he's feastin' / taken out linebackers like Liam Neeson.
Kareem Jackson ain't slackin', J. Joseph's attacking / Kubiack ain't lacking, give them boys a shellacking.
Conner Barwin is starvin' and he's so hard chargin' / he'll hollow out the quarterback like a pumpkin carvin.
Brian Cushing and Quin are like super twins / first & ten all in, we know the Texans will win.
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We 'bout dem Texans, H Town, score another touchdown / defense locks you up, so you know they're Superbowl bound.
Who's bout them Texans
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H Town Superbowl bound / whole AFCs about to get clowned.
NFC it's time to meet your fate / because Shaub and Yates are like all time greats.
Better than Peyton they keep underratin' / if you ain't down w/ the cause, you're particihatin'
Ben Tate won't wait or be hesitatin' / behind the O line, he's devastatin'.
He totes the rock, and be salivatin' / he's carryin' the hopes of the Texans Nation.
And Arian Foster is no imposter / he's just another weapon in the Texans holster.
Crack the D line, eat up yards like lobster / cross the goal line and ghost your roster.
And Andre Johnson, see you in his poster / them safeties get burned like a broken toaster.
He's a monster, a costa nostra / opposition is shook like a roller coaster.
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He's a Texan, H Town, score another touchdown / they can air it out or pound it out on the ground.
Who's 'bout them Texans, H-Town, score another touchdown / defense locks you up, so you know they're Super bowl bound.
