Baby Bash - Don't Mess With Texas lyrics

"Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger"
"Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger")
"Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger"

Don't mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so cold competition
You could really want it
When you backing down
Look what we have accomplished
Don't mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so cold
Got the big bangers cause the last swangers
Paint drippin', boy
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through
And do this here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue
And sippin' on red Mountain Dew
Lone Star ranger, sittin' on swanger
One in the chamber, ready for the danger
Five cliffhangers
I'm a show 'em how to tip toe
Here to wreck a set, bang
When I drop my fifth O
H Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort Worth
Dallas to the valley, man
It's all about the work
What you know about the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a bitch breathless
Home of the players and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint look slippery, drank not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol' triple beam uh
And I'm Draped Up and dripped out
Eighty-four spiderwebs
Got your boy tipped out

I got chicks like Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever
Played good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like spatula
People be trying to bite
My flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem
To have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to Jessica
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money making maniac
Born in the gutter like a
Little cute baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded black
People say you look like Carlos Coy, but
Ain't he fat just like a janie sack
I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
Prison life turn my cell block
Into a gym class pull-ups off my top bunk
Bench press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of
Books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G lost touch
Walkin' in my con chucks
Livin' out long months

It's that Dope House Records
Jammin' out of Texas
Mayne, I'm so powerful with quick reflexes
With the SP Mex's, South Park on hollow
Happy P, got the beats on steroids like
If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully made
Retire from the game
And still get fully paid yeah
It's the Dope House prophet
Thirty-five and forty-five in the state
Keep it poppin' boy, what you slangin'
Boy, what you slangin'
Ridin' big body, playboy, what you sangin'
Smashing down ten with a farm in my woodgrain
Hit San Anton', and you know it's all good
Mayne