me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong I know in my
Traduzione: Texas. È quello che faccio sbagliato.
what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong I know in my soul
hooker hooker hooker, hooker (YEEEAH!) [Verse: MC Que]: I'm hearin everybody sayin "What the HEELL?!...is goin on? What is Wide Open doing on this song?" Well I
hexs, floatin through Texas Stackin them checkses, gets me, a beamin Lexus Now next is the state of Cali-forn-I-A My word is bond-I-A to Cali-forn-I-A But I
I'ma kick back light up a sack Last name "OFF" first name is "JACK" You know the deal do So grab the dildo And let's do the damn thing So I can tell my
a gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency
I still gotta question What happened? I don't know What happened? I don't know What happened? I don't know What happened? I don't know What happened? I
night man I promise I been on it Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G Not to mention I got
bunch of Shirley Temple bullshit And I know you'd rather be hated for what you are Than loved for what you not So the thing you have to do, is tell these
(feat. Bun B & The MddlFngz) Hey man what's wrong withchu? Fuck you then nigga! I'm still tryin' to find out nigga! Hold up? Oh we got a problem here
I'm still gonna get my money Envy and jealousy is all I see (Yeah) I can see the hate in ya eyes You can try but you can't stop me I keep it real, I keep
and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor I make hits in the streets and in the booth So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU) I'm tatted up, cause
I'm country well I'am bitch And I got bullets I can share and I ain't selfish Dirty boy I got just what you need Them slugs that'll fly through trees
Who think I'm lying, point out the person that say I'm wrong I will abuse you like children hold up, no any long Karma keeps eating my checks, I call '
to catch a case, but I'm naughty and I need to be embraced By hip-hop I can't stop, doing the job I love See I be rolling out on superstar status, out