Texas On The Map (feat. Paul Wall & Bun B)

Texas boys in the building Yeah, this is how we do it I'm still a lone star reppin' that flag, chasin' that bag Them hatin' niggas faces is sad, they definitely mad, I'm glad Here's everything, Texas in a strong way Roof back, blowin' them squares, it's been a long day, yeah Country boy hungry, let him eat good Eighty fours, fresh low pros, that's on a Fleetwood lac I be droppin' game on the track like a Mack, and Keep them gas bugs in my sack, that's a fact I really did hustle for every stack Keep a shooter in the back for them suckers who wanna jack Where they at? I'm keepin' it P, yes I'm with G, it's up They was sleepin' on me, I'm Don Ke In the lac steady they rollin' gas out the stack It don't matter where I'm at I'm puttin' Texas on my back, that's a fact We be puttin' Texas on the map In that old school, runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped I'm a longstop rider, chrome on the tire Country boys smokin' on some fire Texas boys flyer, and they much higher Do it for the city, ain't no way that I'll retire I'm out the T-E-X-A-S and reppin' to the death Don't mess with Texas, let me say it with my chest Inspired by the best and get copied by all the rest When Texas made it to the top, partner, we never left Preachin' with every breath and stay true to the game Ask myself, what would Pimp C do with these lanes? To me, he's more than just a name, I really knew Big Bro How you gon' call yourself a sipper and never heard of Big Moe? But oh no, we don't play that down here The world changed, but it's still Texas around here Until I'm in the grave, I'm a representin' all that I do Move out the way them Texas boys comin' through, what it do? In the lac, still they rollin' gas out the sack It don't matter where I'm at I'm puttin' Texas on my back, that's a fact We be puttin' Texas on the map In that old school, runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped I'm a lonestart rider, chrome on the tire Country boys smokin' on some fire Texas boys flyer, and they much higher Do it for the city, ain't no way that I retire Man, now when you see them candy cars Sittin' pretty on some glass, showin' million dollar smiles They cost a lot of cash With a bad-ass popper shotgun showin' some ass You in Texas, baby, we ridin' slow and livin' fast The only time we dash is when we chasin' after blue bills Any other time we Cadillac and stayin' two-trill Tryin' to stack a few mil, then bury and forget it So you gotta pay me cash, even if I give you credit Reppin' PA, don't forget it, even though I'm in the H It don't matter what your city, stayin' on business for the state Houston, Dallas, Austin, San Antone, Panhandle puttin' on Lone Star State, baby, home sweet home I'm in the lac, steady rollin' gas out the sack It don't matter where I'm at I'm puttin' Texas on my back, that's a fact We be puttin' Texas on the map In that old school, runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped I'm a lone start rider, chrome on the tire Country boys smokin' on some fire Texas boys flyer, and they much higher Do it for the city ain't no way that I retire, yeah