Chorus: Runaway, run for your life he's returned... I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back [Carlos Coy] Still, my whole albums sell like crack
asking all the haters to leave me alone And uh, much love to the calliope I'm at the Soul Train awards representing my court I did a show up in Texas
to overturn Roe vs. Wade by stacking the Supreme Court full of anti-choice advocates While attorney general John Ashcroft swore to god that he'd keep religion out of it This bloodthirsty Texas
said fare thee well my texas rose And then you blew a kiss of innocence as the trains began to roll So long ago You'd gone off to fight the war when I returned
that we really want to climb The road is hard, hard and long Put down that two by four This man would never turn you from his door Oh George! Oh George! That Texas
boy? Hot hot boy, number 1 hot boy Gizzle, ha, ha, ha hot boy Uh, hot boy, it's the return of the hot boy It's the return of the original hot boy Hot
left my baby east of the Rockies North of the Rio Grande West of M'sippi South of Dakota land. When you hit Texas
fed, and now a nigga livin' with a dread My best fuckin' friend, knew him since ten Nigga feed me cream, let me whip the Benz Houses all over Texas,
dusty month of September He arrived with the West Texas wind In flight from the lies and the life he had lived He'd return but he did not know when
There's gonna come a day Someone's gonna get killed out there And I turn to her and say texas She says what? I said texas She says what? They've got
's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew Gimme talk about your Clementine and sing of Rosalie But the Yellow Rose of Texas
one brick to make the window drop Finally we got our own P.A. When two guys are holdin' hands I'd assume they are gay When we returned to the pad to
Down in old southern Texas I wandered one day Where the tropical sea breezes blow I there fell in love with a flower so rare And they called her the Galveston
Look out across the fields, see me returning Smoke is in your eyes, you draw a smile From the fireplace where my letters to you are burning, you've had
of what you need to leave behind Oh, sweet Jesus, won't You help me? 'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
know I must die." "my friends and relations they live in the nation: They know not where their dear boy has gone. I first came to texas and
If heads only knew! I make music of murder and mayhem for all of them And murder ballads for sweet chariots My second return like a unstoppable bullet
you better get ready for War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke. Krayzie: Took a trip out to texas and I find real