[Happy "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- [Lucky Luciano]
Shyykidd] Don't with Texas, oh no We so damn, what, so cold You could really it When you backing down, look we have accomplished Don't mess Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so Got the big the last swangers Paint drippin', boy, you what I'm talkin' 'bout
[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky slowed down}] Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this for Screw zoo I'm a boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew {Lone ranger, sittin' on swanger} One in the chamber, ready for the cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe Here to wreck a set, bang, when I my fifth O H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth to the valley, man, it's all about the work What you know about the great of Texas in a necklace, leave a {bitch} breathless Home of the players and the cups Woodgrain wheel and I'm on bucks Paint look slippery, drank not Brand new Bentley, ol' triple beam Uh And I'm Draped Up and out Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy out
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[Verse 2: South Mexican] I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada The only game I ever played was Gallahger Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula People be to bite my flows like Dracula's Spectacular, my rappin' seem to have a replica Angel, I saw a dude go from to Jessica Dope fiend blessed, I'm a making maniac Born in the like a little cute baby rat My lady's tat got SPM in black People say you look Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat Just a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast Prison life turn my cell block a gym class Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my Curlin' cases full of books and a atlas Can you understand this or has a G touch Walkin' in my con chucks, out long months
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[Verse 3: Bash] It's that House Records, jammin' out of Texas Mayne, I'm so powerful with reflexes With the SP Mex's, Park on hollow Happy P., got the beats on like (??) If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully from the game, and still get fully paid It's the Dope House and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin' Boy, what you Boy, you slangin' Ridin' big body, playboy, you sangin' Smashing down ten a farm in my woodgrain Hit San Anton', and you know it's all good,
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