that's non-stoppin', p-poppin' for the hoes Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique Big Boy can't fuck 'wit us
a little loving would make everything all right But, no! Landlord said, "You'd moved away And left me all your bills to pay" It's too bad, baby, you
Some get a little and some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs Wired, real tired, till my
My little brother was just ten years old When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole We could see Texas was only a mile And oh, little brother, I remember
LITTLE OLD BITTY PISSANT COUNTRY PLACE FROM MOTION PICTURE BEST LITTLE WHOREHOUSE IN TEXAS) WRITER CAROL HALL It's just a little bitty pissant country
like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz. Grandmammy, grandpappy, If you wanna stay happy, Better lace up your best dancin' shoes. Come see us, don't write us
the dickens to the West Texas Waltz Grand mammy, grand pappy if you wanna stay happy Better lace up your best dancin' shoes Come see us, don't write us
shit for bad shit, sorry keep us sippin for jiggin for gettin [K] Yeah, the A is for anybody killer [D] N is for the NIGGA! [K] Fuck the G's, beat beginnin
Worth twice a little texas motel, And for nothing the poolroom can stare at anna As though she had nothing to sell. That's why most girls don't get rich For they go bad
fully strapped so I steps in the club 1 little, 2 little, 3 little dog bitches 4 little, 5 little, 6 little dog bitches 7 little, 8 little, 9 little
some bullshit And when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick 'Cause ain't nothin' butter but us And nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my
and then it make us hot Fuck your crime rate and murder rate, running up on Houston Texas Well it be fuck y'all for trying to funk us on a burning day
these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little
'm a bad actor dog This year I'm a Boss Hogg, better check my catalog Went gold with Master P, on Down South Hustlers Two hundred thousand independent, Sailing the South little
yo yo yo yo Some get a little, some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slumbs for crumbs Wired, real tired