[Happy "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" "Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- [Lucky
[Chorus: mess with Texas, oh no We so damn, what, so cold You really want it When you backing down, look we have accomplished Don't with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so Got the big the last swangers Paint drippin', boy, you know what I'm 'bout
1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}] Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this here for zoo I'm a Texas boy, barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew {Lone ranger, sittin' on swanger} One in the chamber, for the danger 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 state of Texas Rocks in a necklace, leave a breathless Home of the and the styrofoam cups wheel and I'm ridin' on bucks Paint slippery, drank not Hennessey new Bentley, same ol' triple beam Uh And I'm Draped Up and out Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy out
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[Verse 2: Park Mexican] I got like Pamela, from H to Canada The only game I played good was Gallahger Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula be trying to bite my flows like Dracula's Spectacular, my rappin' seem to have a replica Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to fiend blessed, I'm a money making maniac Born in the gutter like a little baby rat My lady's tat got SPM in faded People say you look Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat Just like a janie sack, I'm gettin' Slim Fast Prison life my cell block into a gym class Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my Curlin' pillow cases full of and a atlas Can you understand or has a G lost touch Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out long
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3: Baby Bash] It's that Dope House Records, out of Texas Mayne, I'm so with quick reflexes With the SP Mex's, Park on hollow Happy P., got the on steroids like (??) If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, made Retire the game, and still get fully paid It's the House prophet and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin' Boy, you slangin' Boy, what you big body, playboy, what you sangin' Smashing down ten with a farm in my Hit San Anton', and you it's all good, mayne
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