[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 you backing down, look what 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 know what I'm talkin'
[Verse 1: Lucky {Lucky Luciano slowed down}] Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do 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, ready for the Five cliffhangers, I'm a 'em how to tip toe Here to wreck a set, bang, I drop my fifth O H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work you know about the great state of Texas Rocks in a necklace, leave a {bitch} Home of the and the styrofoam cups Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on Paint look slippery, not Hennessey Brand new Bentley, ol' triple beam Uh And I'm Draped Up and out Eighty-four spiderwebs, got boy tipped out
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[Verse 2: South Mexican] I got chicks Pamela, from H to Canada The only game I ever good was Gallahger Cold Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like spatula People be trying to my flows like Dracula's Spectacular, my doesn't seem to have a replica Angel, I saw a go from Jesse to Jessica Dope blessed, I'm a money making maniac Born in the gutter a little cute baby rat My lady's tat got SPM in faded People say you like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat Just like a janie sack, I'm gettin' Slim Fast Prison life turn my cell into a gym class off my top bunk, bench press my mattress Curlin' pillow cases full of books and a Can you understand or has a G lost touch Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out months
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[Verse 3: Baby It's that Dope House Records, out of Texas Mayne, I'm so powerful with 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 Dope House Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, it poppin' Boy, you slangin' Boy, you slangin' Ridin' big body, playboy, what you Smashing down ten with a in my woodgrain Hit San Anton', and you it's all good, mayne
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