[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 so damn, what, so cold You really want it When you backing down, look what we accomplished mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so Got the big Cause the last Paint drippin', boy, you what I'm talkin' 'bout
[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 Star ranger, sittin' on swanger} 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 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 look slippery, drank not Hennessey Brand new Bentley, same ol' 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 Pamela, from H to Canada The only game I ever played good was like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like spatula People be trying to my flows like Dracula's Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to a replica Angel, I saw a dude go Jesse to Jessica Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money maniac in the gutter like a little cute baby rat My lady's tat got SPM in black say you look like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat Just like a janie sack, I'm been Slim Fast Prison turn my cell block into a gym class Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my Curlin' pillow cases of books and a atlas Can you understand this or has a G touch Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out long
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[Verse 3: Baby It's that House Records, jammin' out of Texas Mayne, I'm so powerful with reflexes With the SP Mex's, South Park on Happy P., got the beats on like (??) If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, made Retire from the game, and still get paid It's the Dope prophet Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, it poppin' Boy, what you Boy, what you 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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