As Jay Z has taught us, BK is from Texas. While Hov has basically become an unofficial ambassador for the Empire State thanks to a certain uber catchy cut off his 2009 album, The Blueprint 3, Beyoncé has made a point to show much love to her hometown of Houston over the last year.
Beyoncé, the 14-track, 17-video visual album, dropped less than three weeks ago, yet we already know where the sweetest part of the lollipop is and exactly what is considered flawless: diamonds, rocks, and women in general. Between promoting her latest brand of feminism and including friends and family members wherever possible (hi, Blue!) Beyoncé still found time to represent H-Town harder than ever before. Sure, 2011’s 4 featured memorable brags about her birthplace and Yao Ming‘s former team, but between lyrical shout-outs and mysterious hand signals news outlets will undoubtedly link to the Illuminati, King B reestablished her place at the top of Houston’s heap of native sons. Or should we call you “Third Ward Trill”? (That is what you’re going by in the Magna Carta… Holy Grail liner notes, right?)
The sudden outpouring of hometown love and Instgram captions that borrow from popular street slang could be considered another strategic tactic by the Carter-Knowles camp to make Yonce look approachable and down-home after more than a year of strangers questioning her authenticity. Or maybe, after seeing how well New York has treated Hov since the release of “Empire State of Mind,” Beyoncé wants her own shot at minority ownership of a Houston sports team? Either way, her feelings toward the city that made her are no surprise. As “Beyoncé Knowles, female pop vocalist,” an award-winning, adorable child once said, “I love you, Houston.” And who can argue with that face?
Read on for a guide to the adoring H-Town mentions in Beyoncé that should help any confused out-of-towner.
Repping her Houston neighborhood across her chest in a sea of beautiful pageant girls who are also proud of where they came from. Miss Third Ward just wants to be happy in a world where the practice of vomiting those extra pounds away is ignored and vapid self-absorption encouraged.