Planet Texas They rode like they was Rangers as they came out of the skies They had High-Tech horses with beacons in their eyes My gun was cocked and
Translation: Rogers, Kenny. Planet Texas.
You wouldn't ask them anything. It would be like, "Excuse me...oops, never mind" "I didn't see your sign." It's like before my wife and I moved from Texas
the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Surprising
' with the wood grain Everybody still playin' that hood game quiet Especially when it's tired My environment ain't nothin' but niggas dieing In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas
Puttin down with rap-a-lot You'll die, can't fuck with us So when you say it, you'll a lie You'll try and get shut down From texas all the way back to
in da game, girl what's your name? Shake that thing baby don't be ashame Untame smokin like Mary Jane, God damn your body is sayin you lil fly den a plane
can break ya, break ya, break ya Chorus: Bilal (singing) Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans
Yeah, it's real ill when a classic album drop But it's real fucked up when a classic album flop And your sweet dreams turn into nightmares - your plans
have anything I own Work my fingers all the way to the bone Na, na, na Girl I know you wanna roll a Lexus A Lexus with a mansion down in Texas It's
the tramps givin head breakin off Rap and rhyme that diddley-dog Twin one and two is tellin stories Bout beatin down niggas for the glory Had to catch a plane
know it ain't nothin for me to give her a smack (what'chu need?) I need a bitch that'll get up on a plane Put it up in the pussy and come back on a
wait a minute Y'all dance, who think I'm pretty? Loud man breakin' your town We?re the force to make ya get down Know and a bigger mess in your plans
of yak I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin' back Take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals We pimps from Houston, Texas to
Town T-Y told me, "Get the work and make it touch down" I did that, made that, now I'm on my way Just my luck, they know it's the Texas license plate
my dirt bike in cargo pants I rock a microphone literally Lit up the track lyrically wit' bottles, cans Pop a band, put a stack on it I'll wad up his plans
