a reason To walk the dust I want you to find a reason To walk the dust Nothing has changed you're still the same Are you willing to walk the dust I guess
a reason To walk the dust I want you to find a reason To walk the dust Nothing has changed You're still the same Are you willing to walk the dust I guess
Traduzione: Texas. Walk The Dust.
'm sess-ted Pushing the paragraph like it's a Lexus I come off hot like Texas My west disrtict predicts that I'm the shit So I walk through the bricks
them boys from the underground Where the Giants of Science fight for tight control Over the wildlands of New Mexico Sam Houston's ghost's in Texas fighting
a toast to all these losers that cuff broads Without Charlie there wouldn't even be none of us dog I'm always fresh ain't ever nothing to dust off So
can give it to you but whatcha gon doo [x2] wha-wha wha-wha whaaat [Jayo Felony] I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it When I'm in Texas I
(Dick Feller) He was a boy when the circus first came to the dust of his West Texas town. And twenty years later, he'd spent twenty years as Jocko the
turned twat, looked away feelin weird You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more Posses wait in Texas
in the dust, have your homeboys picking you up Plus flush enemies done, I be the one to be sick with the tongue And the gun, G.I. Texas where I'm from
We walk along the Hudson when it snows here in Manhattan Seems we've lived our lives so out of place You touch my cheek and I do wonder how this happened
heavan lies beneath a cotton dress How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings. I have walked
(feat. Paul Wall & Chamillionaire) [Hook] Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do' Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's Think of taking
methods of my ridin The Thunderdome, niggaz had em squabbin Shit, all I know is you could talk that talk (this Dogg Pound) and you best to be able to walk that walk
up off the cut, buyin' 'Lacs and trophy trucks The only thing I sell is submersible products My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust You wanna meet
