Lyrics:
Theme From Dallas

fabrics You heard about me, how I ball like the Dallas Mavericks Sayin' anything you want, you can have it That's Harlem World, I get on my grizzly savage, see? From

, I got to have you girl, because (She's so, fly) [T.I.] Look at shorty hoppin out that Maserati In them Giuseppe Zanotti's and that bangin ass body In them

and sit on the curve and we aint even gotta serve just give them niggas the word smoke a pound a day and errbody grippin a burb them otha rappin suckas

? D.C., what's the business? Chi town, what's the business? I'm from a place called Compton, California Most of my dogs smoke marijuana Most on the run from them

[radio announcer] This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City The weather is callin for it to be

everyone that's black can jump I where a white mink, the fabric is done got rings that bling like Mike, Byrd, Magic and them out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from

jewlery Dat she really dont excite And all them hatin ass hoes In da club wanna fight her She was born in the "A", Went to school in DC Gotta job in Dallas

show Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go Show them how we rock Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah Show them how we rock Show them how we roll

hitting the plate And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans We chew through it, like we coming down off **** And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas