[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 mess Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so You really want it When you backing down, look what we accomplished Don't with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so Got the big the last swangers Paint drippin', boy, you know I'm talkin' 'bout
[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano Luciano slowed down}] Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do here for Screw zoo I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and on red Mountain Dew {Lone Star ranger, sittin' on 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 drop my O H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work What you know the great state of Texas Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless Home of the players and the styrofoam Woodgrain and I'm ridin' on bucks Paint look slippery, drank not 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: Park Mexican] I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada The only game I ever good was Gallahger Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em spatula People be trying to my flows like Dracula's Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to have a Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to fiend blessed, I'm a money making maniac Born in the gutter like a little cute 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 been gettin' Slim Prison life turn my cell into a gym class Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my Curlin' pillow cases full of 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] that Dope House Records, jammin' out of Texas Mayne, I'm so with quick reflexes With the SP Mex's, South on hollow P., got the beats on steroids like (??) If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully from the game, and still get fully paid It's the House prophet Thirty-five and in the state, keep it poppin' Boy, what you Boy, you slangin' Ridin' big body, playboy, you sangin' Smashing down ten with a in my woodgrain Hit San Anton', and you know it's all good,
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