to show you Cause day after day without you I find that there's no one to turn to All this madness that I've found I'm so thankful when you're around Cause day after day
to show you 'Cause day after day without you I find that there's no one to turn to All this madness that I've found I'm so thankful when you're around 'Cause day after day
Traduction: Texas. Jour après jour.
, I had money on my mind, visualizing a muthafuckin come up, ready to get up and grind! Chasing paper like a muthafucker, me and buddy Ro! Movin ounce after ounce after
head, but you will not catch me dancing You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing One of the finest emcees out of Houston Texas
all there, Dat Nigga Daz out Now I'm swerving and swerving nigga, without a doubt It's just another day, just for the D-A-Z Or it just another day, got
us out After we deal with it we rap about it and then it make us hot Fuck your crime rate and murder rate, running up on Houston Texas Well it be fuck
Demonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spots Soaking shirts up, till my churf up with red spots Bag of leaves and the chronic trees, South Texas
a soldier I'm pimping a pen from living in sin, so niggaz like my song Chef Ro-V up in the kitchen, so these cluckers like my stones Mo City Texas that
ten clear coats, to make it shine make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times with my gas tank full, drank a boor fall up in the park after dark
broken hearts Keep the world turnin? around Now Janey walked that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl and she missed the party lights Meanwhile in South Texas
. Yeah, maybe later we'll be talking too. You're really shot after, after a number, let alone a whole evening I would think. Yeah, yeah. You tell me you kind of collapse after
an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red After Texas Red Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas
spit all these songs like in one day, and in two days... I gotta bring up one thing, you know, come back to the story, the day I did the 'Can't be Life
do in Texas plays, Fold em' let em' hit me, raise it, baby stay with me, (I love it) Luck and intuition play the cards with spades to start, And after
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about, from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah, The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after
