on the Underground, you get denied for that Where I come from, lot of pussy niggaz died for that (where?) Port Arthur, Texas, I got a lot of pride for that (huh) So
all tonight. It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend Eight o'clock's when the show begins. Get on the phone, call up all your friends Tell 'em it's
it all tonight It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend Eight o'clock's when the show begins Get on the phone, call up all your friends Tell 'em it's gonna
friends I go home to my wife, I pray every night I can do it all over again Somewhere over Texas I thought of my Lexus And all the stuff I work so hard
but I love dat nigga {Hello, you have a collect call from, Coolio If you choose to accept this call, please press 5 now} What the fuck you mean you need a friend
ol' country western You know this thing they call the Texas Swing Yes, there's a few good rockers in New York City Guess the big LA, it never cared for me So
So flamboyant and so so buff We could always never get enough No one could touch you or ever call your bluff You were the king and queen of Texas hardcore
bored. He trades in the booze, says that Jesus is his Lord. He said, "Now the White House is the place I wanna' be." So he called his daddy's friends, they called
ll come your nerves So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence Pow, now you up here with me in a cloud (Chea) They call
Rap's been dead so long, so stop denyin' what you feel Dis payback for the fact that y'all ain't tryin' to keep it real Grim reaper that we call Revenge
Rap's been dead so long, so stop denyin' what you feel Dis payback for the fact that y'all ain't tryin' to keep it real Grim reaper that we call revenge
really knowing I'm really going And feeling I'm showing that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases So fierce bitches they be calling
really need to hold When I was young and grandma wasn't old She'd throw a party and all of her friends Would gather around Quilton ranch And always call
a P-L-AY-A and balla/ I drop her off and say call you tomorrow, she callin me back askin me how come I aint call her/ Cuz i'm chasin my paper still and
they gon do shit but no one does From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles We've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust You
me more Did her parents come home? Tell me more Did you call home on her phone? In gay Paris the girls are so chic They don't talk English so they last
Cartier tic-tac-toe Candy red with the butter flows I got friends but mainly foes I got candy color on butter non-stoppers I call 'em cutters From 12
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily When the