"Texas On The Map" lyrics
(feat. Paul Wall & Bun B)
Texas boys in the building, yeah
This how we do it
(X.O. think he all that)
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
Groove 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
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 (Paul Wall, baby)
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?
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
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—
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
This how we do it
(X.O. think he all that)
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
Groove 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
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 (Paul Wall, baby)
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?
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
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—
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
