that we really want to climb The road is hard, hard and long Put down that two by four This man would never turn you from his door Oh George! Oh George! That Texas
told 'em) I told 'em about back like a summer ago 210 on my arm, show you where I'm comin from San Anton' Texas on the motherfuckin map man better believe
that's right" I'd say that's right on the money Sure as a summer in Florida's sunny I'd say that's right as the rain on a tin roof Texas night I'd
tunes, you see Had a six-tube radio an' no TV It was so dog-goned hot I had to wet the bed in the summer just to keep cool. Yeah, many's a night I'd
When you grow up Livin' like a good boy oughta And your mama Takes a shine to her best son Something different All the girls they seem to like you
Farm, but I don't need a outfit Talking bout the Texas rent, cost two point six Street rich four point six, Range Rover for winter In the summer catch
Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven hundred Gs stashed away for my son
s hound us Them boys pressin you? Shit They always pound us Ask my man in NY, how I sound brah? He replied "Shit we know how you get down son" I recognize
out [E.S.G.] Now I know by the year 1999, I'm gone shine The bumping kid gone recline Cause I'ma grind all the way to the summer Then I'ma backdo' with
good couple fam I'ma catch you at lover's lane like Son of Sam Got the revolver in my fuckin' hand Automatics like that hot 97 concert summer jam half
no drama I send them gunners in a Hummer, you won't even see the summer I'ma pray for your mama, but her son gotta go But her son was a hoe, so my gun
(A mother dies leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.) I was barely 13
shot dead outside of Stockton His body lyin' on a muddy hill Nothin' taken nothin' stolen Somebody killin' just to kill Late that summer was rollin' thru the plains of Texas
the harbor was talk Of America for the Americans Someone said 'You want 'em out, you got to burn 'em out.' And brought in the Texas Klan One humid Texas
that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl and she missed the party lights Meanwhile in South Texas in a dirty oil patch Bobby heard ?bout his son