entertainment Chorus:(x2) Quarter Brick, half a brick, whole brick (Aaay!) Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound (Okay!) 100 pillz, 1000 pillz,servin major weight
goin' never change homie, I'mma stay this way a thug I can't stop I gotta make my nigga Pimp proud (R.I.P.) That's why you see me reppin' Texas up in
[Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw
, to delight me A lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like Ice-T When in actuality, they sweeter than ice tea Get your weight up homie, only the strong
sergeant of snow They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf Other cats holdin' some weight
screwed up, my thick juice sippers Shout out, to my man Lil Flip Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six Yea, I know about them Texas boys Who keep
you heard about me (bout me) And even if ya ain't, ya heard about Bun B (bop bop) New to the game, now I'm in the big leagues I lift weights but my money
can your boy get at least a little page girl Come on now, let your back break I can't wait To see you in them high heels, making the track shake I stack weights
Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin Texas
, I'm gonna rule hip-hop 'Cause I'm the only real rap monster I love eating shrimp and lobster City Island is my favorite place Step in Sammy's and dog my face Losing weight
bold Makes it look like it's getting' cold Can I hold you tight Hop on my lap And do that dance I come to spend ones and huns On lovely skin Booty weighs
, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? (Lil' flip) Yeah, what? Yeah, what? (David banner, three six mafia) Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? (Houston, Texas
got to whip one All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook, huh Chain and charm with two my chain Project corner with too much weight
Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians
you wanna go When the weight comes down Watch for foreign soldiers They'll try to break your neck And I just wanna break your heart When the weight comes
I almost got drunk at school at 14 Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen Who almost went on to be miss texas But lost to a slut with much
to his death Lord, rode with him to his death Yes, the heart of the world weighs heavy With the helplessness of tears For the man cut down in a Texas
Breathe in the night Let it know just who you are How you wish the weight of the world Would unleash your shooting star Look up at the light Have you
