've gotta be on your knees Doors are what you slam When you can't open them again Sleep is what you lose When a memory still lays down with you And knees
spots Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots On yo' block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac Or big pun, or B I ya homeboys from knee high And
I ever wrote or I said Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head 'Bout the realest nigga these Texas
that's my little Queen Ryan what up? Junito what up? Chu-Chu what up? John-John what up? Gianni what up nigga? - HA! [echoes] Little Joe rock on, Little
man Just when I thought all souls Had been bought by the devil here long ago There did I see when I knelt to my knee I little Texas flower grow Black
Oh yeah, here we go man This little lady down in Texas, tight tank top and a tan Rockin' three religion bridges, drinkin' beer in a can She was too hot
Drivin' down a dry summer's day Old route 66 and I was just a kid Met a pretty little indian girl Along the way Get her into my car And tried to give
I be usin' Passin', knowin' who's Always winnin' and never losin' now (Who rocks the best) Yo, it doesn't matter, 'cause I live a little phatter No concern
Drivin' down on a dry summer's day Old Route 66 and I was just a kid Met a pretty little Indian girl ALong the way Got her into my car And tried to give
forth on a summer breeze Chorus: Singing old church hymns and nursery rhymes From the days way back before my time With a little child upon my knee
[South Park Mexican talking] We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night
like the hokey pokey Leave the scene, now everything's okie dokie Your homies know me, but they won't fuck with this So you little jackers best stick
in the sink And buy a 40 at the store from the goddamn chink Dope games keep ya sick just like a disease Movin' Ki's makin' G's, hoes drop to they knees Little
we touch down right next to my hometown D-town (Detroit) Eastside St. Louie (St Louie) Spokane get ya money man tic-tock Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas
Fab and I'm friends with him Phonte backed out I guess niggas pumped sense in him They went and pumped slugs in my little brother But dog I still love little
York City at the Broadway show They're wearin' boots and buckles while they do si do You know they're bringin' the whole world down to its knees So move a little
? song Well I got in my pickup, Four forty four And the stakes kept on, and the black cat choked, and I was ready to stroll And I crossed over into Texas
little romance Was on the strict Q.T. So if you want your freedom P.D.Q. Divorce me C.O.D. I won't be around To hear you cry I'm Texas bound And by
