you hiding, hey, hey, hey. jackalope, how come I can't find you, hey, hey, hey. it was posted Somewhere in texas. it must be living somewhere in texas
love moves a little too slow When you're riding with an electric rodeo I can't complain, you know I do alright Singing my songs in a different town every night Looking for a
plain view Tell me which one of us rounders Would you trust this poor child to You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business
suits, Getting out the cowboy boots, That's a sign we must be going home.... Time just stopped for a little while, We were part of a tiny island. Made a
What got you actin' all silly doin' stupid shit? 'Cause you ain't drunk, nigga, you little fuck, nigga You ain't bad, you's a fag, you ain't tough, nigga
, you gon' make a copy how? That's suicide, better call a gravedigger now He'll be digging a hole in your back yard like a child Soul got karma, hip-hop got
a cap in your ass I got all that money that I'm live, how you figure? I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga (gunshots) Don't fuck with me (gunshots) You
's why most girls don't get rich For they go bad when they forget their place: You're not free to buy what you itch for When you've got a good provider you
's just a little bit tired of the city Billboards and bullshit got her down Seem like you need a little hill country A little back roads driving, little
Everybody scream (CHORUS) ------------------------------------------------------------------- You've Got a Way You've got a way with me Somehow you got
what you wanna do we make shit move like pounds and keys ain't nobody who could fuck with west coast jeans (what you tell him homie what you tell him
- if you wish, the record company will send you their full names and addresses. now, let's talk about you. can your problem lead you to greater understanding? do you
given. I say it don't matter if I work at Mc-E-D's. I still got a fix for what you got between ya knees. On a new broad, you still one to one. Every
I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock
the world spin You got, you got money [whoodie whoo, whoodie whoo] Got you caught up on the block?? and you cant quit You either got it or you aint shit
the coin, to the Tre where I was born Wood, and I'm hot as a fire place, in a eskimo's house You get the, you get the, you get the splinters in your mouth
so screwed But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips Don't get it twisted, nigga I'm no tool More cool than a pool in a blizzard With ice cubes
zoo? You don't even need a pass The wildlife in my garage, how can you not see the jag? You think you can stop my cash, and I'm a tell you how 9-1-1