Testi:
Little Texas Inside

how our backs can turn You can walk right up and ask him What went wrong with his life But you'll never know the answer Until you look inside Inside

what goes on inside the mind of a nigga like this This nigga pissed Cuz I pump bout four rounds up in the trick that he's with But it ain't my fault you're a little

You hung the jury, the children were tried, \"what do you want?\" she lived days inside, with a piece of Bargain Home, into my world, wrapped in the kingdom, each girl after girl, white women! One Texas

I got pulled over in west Texas So they could look inside my car He said are you an American citizen I said Yes sir So far They made sure I wasn't smuggling

of your nation Take the care to build a familiar foundation Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred Free the, free the good inside your heart Your

girl, don't push shorty Your, fightin' a war, it's useless, tits on a whore, little tits on a whore Got a mack and it's screaming like little kids throwing

As Little John the hobo taught me how to run away Little John drank whiskey through the night as we did ride He said it chased the demons from the canyons deep inside

shit could kill, you know the deal I represent from Bedstuy to Brownsville Buddha Monk, O.P.N. colabo, killa connections Getting dough from Connecticut, all the way to Texas

fine honey out in Disneyworld We took a picture with Mickey Mouse, stealing in Texas Two blocks from home in Yankee Stadium I went inside of McDonald