[Happy "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") "Lone ranger" "Lone ranger" "Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- Luciano]
Shyykidd] Don't with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so You could want it When you backing down, look we have accomplished mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so Got the big the last swangers Paint drippin', boy, you know what I'm talkin'
1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}] Ay, Lucky Lu', come through, and do this here for Screw zoo I'm a Texas boy, barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew {Lone Star ranger, 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, Fort Dallas to the valley, man, all about the work What you know about the great state of in a necklace, leave a {bitch} breathless Home of the and the styrofoam cups Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on Paint look slippery, not Hennessey Brand new Bentley, same ol' triple Uh And I'm Draped Up and out spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out
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[Verse 2: South Mexican] I got like Pamela, from H to Canada The only game I ever good was Gallahger Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula People be to bite my flows like Dracula's Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to have a Angel, I saw a go from Jesse to Jessica Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money maniac Born in the gutter like a cute baby rat My tat got SPM in faded black People say you look like Coy, but, ain't he fat like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast Prison turn my cell block into a gym class Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench my mattress Curlin' pillow cases of books 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 with reflexes With the SP Mex's, South on hollow Happy P., got the beats on steroids (??) If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully Retire from the game, and get fully paid It's the House prophet and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin' Boy, you slangin' Boy, you slangin' Ridin' big body, playboy, you sangin' Smashing down ten with a farm in my Hit San Anton', and you it's all good, mayne
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