[Happy "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" "Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- Luciano]
[Chorus: Don't with Texas, oh no We so damn, what, so cold You could really it When you backing down, look what we accomplished mess with Texas, oh no We so damn, what, so cold Got the big Cause the swangers drippin', boy, you know 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 Texas boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Dew {Lone Star ranger, on swanger} One in the chamber, ready for the Five cliffhangers, I'm a 'em how to tip toe Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my O H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth to the valley, man, it's all about the work What you know the great state of Texas Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless Home of the and the styrofoam cups wheel and I'm ridin' on bucks Paint look slippery, not Hennessey new Bentley, same ol' triple beam Uh And I'm Up and dripped out Eighty-four spiderwebs, got boy tipped out
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[Verse 2: South Park 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 trying to my flows like Dracula's Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't to have a replica Angel, I saw a go from Jesse 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 like Coy, but, ain't he fat Just like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Fast Prison life my cell block into a gym class off my top bunk, bench press my mattress Curlin' pillow cases full of and a atlas Can you understand or has a G lost touch Walkin' in my con chucks, out long months
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[Verse 3: Baby that Dope House Records, jammin' out of Texas Mayne, I'm so powerful quick reflexes With the SP Mex's, South Park on Happy P., got the beats on steroids (??) If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully Retire from the game, and still get fully It's the House prophet Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, it poppin' Boy, what you Boy, what you Ridin' big body, playboy, you sangin' Smashing down ten with a in my woodgrain Hit San Anton', and you it's all good, mayne
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