Lyrics:
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
we givin y'all five seconds to get close to a exit
It's about to get real ugly in here
Five seconds is up, let's go!
Throw the hands up (uh, uh,
shorties down in texas
Texas, texas, texas, texas
She meet me once she probably
Never wanna go back home to her nigga
I'm 6'4 but 7 feet when standing on my
the party at?"
Let up ya dresses, confess it, Tech is impressive
His message, eff, it, stretches from Zacatecas to Texas
I'm excessive with breasts-es
4 U
U can put Ur loving on the line
Take me in Ur arms n let me know that it's alright
Look in2 my eyes n let me C U deep inside
24/7 hours a day, 7
divided into half ounce portions, four
Bags and a larger one
I stuffed them in the pockets of my leather jacket, along with the smoking apparatus I'd
Built
Sixty minutes in one hour
The tocks on the clock
Are one hour hand blocks
Hour by hour
Sixty minutes on the clock
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, Tock
4
at minimum
I bring hot rhymes when I arrive, like vegetables I'm steamin' 'em
When Neem is on the scene the opposition say they fearin' him
I'm in attack
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
pissed when
Their legs do dash
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I know they got no waps or dingers
They drive-by in cabs (Drive-by)
It's half past ones and my hands
Are
of the above
Oriental rugs and I'm flier than a dove
You could show me love, or you can get lost
Four-story houses, I recline on Prada couch
Shark grill in
playground
I wake up in Texas, go to sleep in Cali
In a brand new Benz, buyin' weed in the alley
Thirty minutes later, like a true player
I'm in
playground
I wake up in Texas, go to sleep in Cali
In a brand new Benz, buyin' weed in the alley
Thirty minutes later, like a true player
I'm in
It's only me again and I'm back with the second storm
Creating a world wind in the form of my second born
Lighting, thunder, hail between
Ah yeah
The definition of a hotti
R. Kelly is born into the 90's
You know what I'm saying
With the new shebang swing
The definition of a hotti
On some barely legal shit
Yea
Texas boy born and raised
Nineteen-sixty-eight
Both my parents birth date
Brothers by my side
Sharing blood never hate
Double
I'm coming back to Texas
For the very last time
I made a promise to get back there
By the end of the night
I spent the last four hours
Having
One and two had a patsy the was factually plane
Seven out of envy must have wanted just the same
And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Defend this house
Under Armour shout
Steve Kerr no Bull
Robert Horry 7
Seconds to go
Big Shot Bob
Vinny D 4 3
Texas real home team
Dallas feel me
Like
no seconds, ayy
Show me your plug, I'm investing, I run in his trap with a vest and a weapon
Cowboy like texas, I feel like a ranger, you see that red
games i'm chunking up the deuces
And when I need some peace of mind, I hop in the whip
Cut on some shit like this, smoke round and round and sip,
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Sorry but I'm real busy mayne
Grindin, I'm in the streets gettin change
You can leave a message after the tone (tone, tone,
He said "kid, I'm gonna put you in a cell
I want your wallet and your belt"
I said, "Obie, I can understand your wantin' my wallet, so I don't have
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