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I'm From Texas

Trae

Down South Slangin', Vol. 19-19.5 [Chopped and Screwed]

2007

See, 
No don't tell nobody
You ain't see the view if you ain't screw it up

Use in texas all my dj screw
You say what I'm saying and what it do

a cock up pon mi conky, me no go waste no talk
Me like dem belly flat and dem cunkoo fat
Dem coulda come one by one or coulda roll in a pack
Nuff feel

a cock up pon mi conky, me no go waste no talk
Me like dem belly flat and dem cunkoo fat
Dem coulda come one by one or coulda roll in a pack
Nuff feel

know that I rip it
All I need is a minute
Get up in it and leave it obliterated
And you want to test me?
You're fucking with a killer, bitch
"Ripper"

Aw, yeah
That's them old Texas Blues
Come in here, Lee, tell us all about it, boy

I heard a lonely coyote a-howling for his mate (yes)
I took

I got no tears for Texas
She was the blown star in my life
Austin, I was lost in
And Corpus Christi stole my wife

Deep in the heart of Texas
I found

patients
Leave the long look up inside his eyes
I ain't gotta go and worry bout shit
Taking my whole fucking life by surprise
You know what we be on
Man we

can't take no more 
So I'm down here on the floor (asking god)
Why


1st Verse 
See the system is set up to fail 
Just one accusation is all it takes

the ditch
Now the memory of you is all that remains I'm crawling to Texas where I'll feel no more pain

Saddle up you ravages of time saddle up your ponies

I keep peakin' out the curtain from the hotel
The music is so loud, but it's almost as though
I don't hear no sound, I should get ready for the show

Texas Woman (Don't Stay Lonely Long)

Brooks & Dunn

Scootin' Boogie

Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one

Picking food out my teeth

I go get the grain
By any means, I get something to eat
Hungry as a beast
I smoke till I sleep

Wake up and repeat
Take a trip

a pact It's dripping in blood
No not in a gang I'm here for the fame
I'm slipping this disc pissed at myself
I'm up on a shelf dripping in gold
I will

Postcards from Richard Nixon

Elton John

The Captain & the Kid

2006

We heard Richard Nixon say, welcome to the USA
The common sense I sometimes lack
Has opened up a seismic crack
We've fallen in and I can't pull

bout a petty nigga

First class, with the bosses and the C-E-O's
M's, I need at least 33 of those
A bunch of blue-faced honeys
And they came for i

is a man I'll call D.C.
He's wearing baggy jeans and a shirt he's slept in the last week
No stranger to nights outside
Homeless for a season

check like me (ooh, yeah)
I thank God every day, He keep blessin' me (amen)
Got no time for no hoes, they be stressin' me

I don't do subliminals

yonder, out in the street,
People laughin' by, walkin' easy.
Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no saint.
If it's happy, you can say I ain't.


Feelin' blue

It's Us (go)

Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All

It's us (go)

Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All

Outro

Drama

Gangsta Grilz, Vol. 12

2007

And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I

of song that makes you stack your cake up
Wake up chasing' paper ain't no way I take a pay cut
This one's for Texas. We've got models, with no makeup

The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I

debt to them somehow
Lawrence of Arabia has got this perfect vision
Gonna sell him down the river
There's no time for him now

I think I'm gonna take