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Don't Mess With Texas
作詞:Ronald Bryant
Lone Star Ranger, Lone Star Ranger, Lone Star Ranger (Sit-sittin' on swanger) Lone Star Ranger, Lone Star Ranger, Lone Star Ranger (Sit-sittin' on swanger)
Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what? So cold Competition, you could really want it When you backing down, look what we have accomplished
Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what? So cold Got the big bangers, 'cause the last swangers Paint drippin', boy, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through And do this here for Screw zoo I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue And sippin' on red Mountain Dew (Lone Star Ranger, sittin' on swanger} One in the chamber, ready for the danger
Five cliffhangers, I'mma show 'em how to tip toe Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort Worth Dallas to the valley, man, it's all about the work
What you know about the great state of Texas? Rocks in a necklace, leave a (Bitch) Breathless Home of the players and the Styrofoam cups Wood grain wheel and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint look slippery, drank not Hennessey Brand new Bentley, same ol' triple beam Uh And I'm Draped Up and Dripped Out Eighty-four spider webs, got your boy tipped out
Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what? So cold Competition, you could really want it When you backing down, look what we have accomplished
Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what? So cold Got the big bangers, 'cause the last swangers Paint drippin', boy, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I got chicks like Pamela, from H to Canada The only game I ever played good was Gallagher Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like spatula 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 People be trying to bite my flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to have a replica Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to Jessica Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money making maniac Born in the gutter like a little cute baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded black People say you look like Carlos Coy but ain't he fat? Just like a Janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast Prison life turn my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my mattress Curlin' pillow cases full of books and a atlas Can you understand this or has a G lost touch? Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out long months
Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what? So cold Competition, you could really want it When you backing down, look what we have accomplished
Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what? So cold Got the big bangers, 'cause the last swangers Paint drippin', boy, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's that Dope House Records, jammin' out of Texas Mayne, I'm so powerful with quick reflexes With the SP Mex's, South Park on hollow Happy P., got the beats on steroids like [unverified]
If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully made Retire from the game and still get fully paid Yeah It's the Dope House prophet Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin'
Boy, what you slangin'? Boy, what you slangin'? Ridin' big body, playboy, what you sangin'? Smashing down ten with a farm in my wood grain Hit San Anton' and you know it's all good, mayne
Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what? So cold Competition, you could really want it When you backing down, look what we have accomplished
Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what? So cold Got the big bangers, 'cause the last swangers Paint drippin', boy, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
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