my town Oh, yeah, 'cause this is my town This is my town Oh, yeah, it's all right This is my town This is my town Oh, yeah, 'cause this is my town
Übersetzung: Little Texas. Meine Stadt.
m uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass My
I love that money, I need that money It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge It pays my bills and the mortgage
in Virginia And the dogs in Indiana And for the dogs out in Texas Tennessee and Alabama And for my dogs in Missouri And for my dogs in North Carolina And for my
it's tired My environment ain't nothin but niggas dieing In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas Split up these niggas off in different sections Don't hate my
: From the tin rooftop the little boy did watch The procession down through town Through the museum where Daniel whupped the Devil With them boys from
thousand miles from the guitar town Nothin' ever happened round my home town And I ain't the kind to just hang around But I heard someone callin' my
s about men. It's about men. It's a little hard to tell what it was about 'cause I was standing over there where the sound is a little distorted. Well in my
: 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
all my Texas nigga's at (Fuck Texas, yo) Where all my Detroit nigga's at (Fuck Detriot) Where all my Miami nigga's at (Fuck Miami) Where all my Little
: (feat. Krizz Kaliko) [In backwards:] Some might call me uh paranoid But I think I would just say that I was very aware of my surroundings! [Verse
Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun The littlest in the trap, and gotta pack of ice and bubble gum Junkies hatin' on my stacks
at our bed frame I'm hearing your voice through the door I will work my fingers to bones To find us a way out of here I buried my past down in Texas
ve been lost in Boston, Austin Texas is always sweet I stumbled around that Texas town but I never left Sixth Street You know it's always hard to keep my
my, can't read my No he can't read my poker face (She gotta love nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No he can't read my poker face (She gotta love nobody
my heart in her bottom drawer Now she took my heart she took my keys From in my old blue dungarees And I'll never go to Texas anymore Now my baby's gone
everytime 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
