Texas On The Map

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil' Keke] Texas boys in the building, yeah This how we do it (X.O. think he all that) [Verse 1: Lil' Keke] I'm still a lone star, reppin' that flag, chasin' that bag Them hatin' niggas' faces is sad, they definitely mad I'm glad, it'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 '84s, fresh low-pros, that's on the Fleetwood 'Lac I be droppin' game on the track like a mack And keep them gas buds 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 a G It's up, they was sleepin' on me, I'm Don Ke [Chorus: Lil' Keke & Paul Wall] In thе 'Lac ('Lac), steady rollin' gas out the sack (Sack) It don't matter whеre I'm at, I'm puttin' Texas on my back (Texas) That's a fact (Fact), we be puttin' Texas on the map In that old-school (School), runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped I'm a Lone Star rider (Rider), chrome on the tire (Tire) Country boy smokin' on some fire (Fire) Texas boys flyer (Flyer), and they much higher Do it for the city, ain't no way that I retire (Paul Wall, baby) [Verse 2: Paul Wall] I'm out the T-E-X-A-S and rep it 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 Preach it with every breath and stay true to the game Ask myself, "What would Pimp C do with these lames?" 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'ma represent in all that I do Move out the way, them Texas boys comin' through, what it do? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] In the 'Lac ('Lac), steady rollin' gas out the sack (Sack) It don't matter where I'm at, I'm puttin' Texas on my back (Texas) That's a fact (Fact), we be puttin' Texas on the map In that old-school (School), runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped I'm a Lone Star rider (Rider), chrome on the tire (Tire) Country boy smokin' on some fire (Fire) Texas boys flyer (Flyer), and they much higher Do it for the city, ain't no way that I retire [Verse 3: Bun B] Man, now when you see them candy cars sittin' pretty on some glass (Glass) Yo, and million-dollar smiles (Smiles), that cost a lot of cash (Cash) With a bad-ass bopper shotgun showin' some ass (Some ass) You in Texas, baby (Texas, baby), we ridin' slow and livin' fast (Fast) The only time we dash is when we chasin' after blue bills (Blue bills) Any other time, we Cadillac-in', stayin' too trill (Trill) Tryna stack a few mil', then bury and forget it ('Get it) So you gotta pay me cash even if I give you credit (Credit) Reppin' PA, don't forget it, even though I'm in the H (H) It don't matter what's your city, stand on business for the state (State) Houston, Dallas, Austin, San Antone (San Antone) Can handle puttin' on (Puttin' on) Lone Star State, baby, home, sweet home, I'm— [Chorus: Lil' Keke] In the 'Lac ('Lac), steady rollin' gas out the sack (Sack) It don't matter where I'm at, I'm puttin' Texas on my back (Texas) That's a fact (Fact), we be puttin' Texas on the map In that old-school (School), runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped I'm a Lone Star rider (Rider), chrome on the tire (Tire) Country boy smokin' on some fire (Fire) Texas boys flyer (Flyer), and they much higher Do it for the city, ain't no way that I retire, yeah