Baby Bash - Don't Mess With Texas Lyrics
(feat. Lucky Luciano, Shyykidd, South Park Mexican)[Happy Perez][scratching]"Lone Star ranger""Lone Star ranger""Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger")"Lone Star ranger""Lone Star ranger""Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- [Lucky Luciano][Chorus: Shyykidd]Don't mess with Texas, oh noWe just so damn, what, so coldCompetitionYou could really want itWhen you backing down, look what we have accomplishedDon't mess with Texas, oh noWe just so damn, what, so coldGot the big bangersCause the last swangersPaint drippin', boy, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this here for Screw zooI'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew{Lone Star ranger, sittin' on swanger}One in the chamber, ready for the dangerFive cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toeHere to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my fifth OH-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort WorthDallas to the valley, man, it's all about the workWhat you know about the great state of TexasRocks in a necklace, leave a {*****} breathlessHome of the players and the styrofoam cupsWoodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on bucksPaint look slippery, drank not HennesseyBrand new Bentley, same ol' triple beamUhAnd I'm Draped Up and dripped outEighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out[Repeat Chorus][Verse 2: South Park Mexican]I got chicks like Pamela, from H to CanadaThe only game I ever played good was GallahgerCold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like spatulaPeople be trying to bite my flows like Dracula'sSpectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to have a replicaAngel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to JessicaDope fiend blessed, I'm a money making maniacBorn in the gutter like a little cute baby ratMy lady's tat got SPM in faded blackPeople say you look like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fatJust like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim FastPrison life turn my cell block into a gym classPull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my mattressCurlin' pillow cases full of books and a atlasCan you understand this or has a G lost touchWalkin' in my con chucks, livin' out long months[Repeat Chorus][Verse 3: Baby Bash]It's that Dope House Records, jammin' out of TexasMayne, I'm so powerful with quick reflexesWith the SP Mex's, South Park on hollowHappy P., got the beats on steroids like (??)If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully madeRetire from the game, and still get fully paidYeahIt's the Dope House prophetThirty-five and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin'Boy, what you slangin'Boy, what you slangin'Ridin' big body, playboy, what you sangin'Smashing down ten with a farm in my woodgrainHit San Anton', and you know it's all good, mayne[Repeat Chorus]
