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We From Texas Lyrics - Artist : Lil' Keke
[Lil Keke:]
Pay attention, nigga: Texas is here, ain't no stuntin' Huntin' money for the rest of the year S.U.C., Don Ke, now the pressure is near I like it glossy, nigga; tell 'em extra coats of clear Hell yeah, chandelier from the neck to the ear, top tier Got them haters out here walking in fear, that's what it is I'm from Houston, nigga: simple and plain, not a stain And this SLAB shit run in my vein, hall of fame, nigga: welcome to the Lone Star state - check the plate I got Texas in my veins, my game is Texas pride Yeah, the hustlers at the table, now Texas is outside, nigga The trill is back, we takin' off Catch me livin' like a legend and movin' just like a boss [Slim Thug:] Texas tatted on my arm, Houston tatted on my back But way before the tats, Thugga been reppin' that That's facts; and this underground, I got a lot of plaques That's cars for these Texas boys, better check the stats Still holdin', beatin' up every road I'm rollin' Thirteen cars: hell nah, none stolen We some livin' legends, yeah, we movin' like a boss 20-plus in the game and still ain't fell off [Sauce Walka:] I'm from Texas, [?] and Rolexes what we was wearin' Diamond teeth when you was just buyin' a necklace Where everybody plug is they uncle or a Mexican Where they pour medicine to fight they pain when they stressin' To make it out the pen in my state: that's a blessing You graduate to Huntsville from selling weight: that's a lesson Where you might end up with four kids from all these girls out here dressin' all they booties fat Slant line, all the Buicks matte: yeah, I'm from Texas where the stadiums like our cars; all the roofs detached (Oowee) [Lil Keke:] I got Texas in my veins, my game is Texas pride Yeah, the hustlers at the table, now Texas is outside, nigga The trill is back, we takin' off Catch me livin' like a legend and movin' just like a boss [Z-Ro:] Boss Boss Uh, I'm livin' just like a boss My shit look like an elementary, it don't look like a house Shit look like chandeliers, that shit don't look like our mouths They come here and bite our shit, that's why they shit sound like the South Really counted a million, you know how long it took me I'm an H-Town legend, gone take a little more to book me I used to stand on [?] me a cookie I don't sell that shit no more, though, I got something to say Used to chase money, now it chase me like I'm running away And can't talk to me, no one, unless they got somethin' to pay Don't get it twisted: I'm still me, I'll punch someone in the face I got a bodyguard now, they right behind me while I'm walkin' I got Texas in my veins, you hear the size when I'm talkin' Robert Davis, Chad Butler, Kenneth Moore, and John Hawkins Them my niggas and I miss 'em, and I think about 'em often For them I keep goin' hard; my hustle will never soften It's the South |
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