Lyrics Texas On The Map (feat. Paul Wall & Bun B) - Lil' Keke

Texas boys in the building
Yeah, this is how we do it
I'm still a lone star reppin' that flag, chasin' that bag
Them hatin' niggas faces is sad, they definitely mad, I'm glad
Here's everything, Texas in a strong way
Roof back, blowin' them squares, it's been a long day, yeah
Country boy hungry, let him eat good
Eighty fours, fresh low pros, that's on a Fleetwood lac
I be droppin' game on the track like a Mack, and
Keep them gas bugs in my sack, that's a fact
I really did hustle for every stack
Keep a shooter in the back for them suckers who wanna jack
Where they at? I'm keepin' it P, yes I'm with G, it's up
They was sleepin' on me, I'm Don Ke
In the lac steady they rollin' gas out the stack
It don't matter where I'm at
I'm puttin' Texas on my back, that's a fact
We be puttin' Texas on the map
In that old school, runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped
I'm a longstop rider, chrome on the tire
Country boys smokin' on some fire
Texas boys flyer, and they much higher
Do it for the city, ain't no way that I'll retire
I'm out the T-E-X-A-S and reppin' to the death
Don't mess with Texas, let me say it with my chest
Inspired by the best and get copied by all the rest
When Texas made it to the top, partner, we never left
Preachin' with every breath and stay true to the game
Ask myself, what would Pimp C do with these lanes?
To me, he's more than just a name, I really knew Big Bro
How you gon' call yourself a sipper and never heard of Big Moe?
But oh no, we don't play that down here
The world changed, but it's still Texas around here
Until I'm in the grave, I'm a representin' all that I do
Move out the way them Texas boys comin' through, what it do?
In the lac, still they rollin' gas out the sack
It don't matter where I'm at
I'm puttin' Texas on my back, that's a fact
We be puttin' Texas on the map
In that old school, runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped
I'm a lonestart rider, chrome on the tire
Country boys smokin' on some fire
Texas boys flyer, and they much higher
Do it for the city, ain't no way that I retire
Man, now when you see them candy cars
Sittin' pretty on some glass, showin' million dollar smiles
They cost a lot of cash
With a bad-ass popper shotgun showin' some ass
You in Texas, baby, we ridin' slow and livin' fast
The only time we dash is when we chasin' after blue bills
Any other time we Cadillac and stayin' two-trill
Tryin' to stack a few mil, then bury and forget it
So you gotta pay me cash, even if I give you credit
Reppin' PA, don't forget it, even though I'm in the H
It don't matter what your city, stayin' on business for the state
Houston, Dallas, Austin, San Antone, Panhandle puttin' on
Lone Star State, baby, home sweet home
I'm in the lac, steady rollin' gas out the sack
It don't matter where I'm at
I'm puttin' Texas on my back, that's a fact
We be puttin' Texas on the map
In that old school, runnin' up that money, stayin' strapped
I'm a lone start rider, chrome on the tire
Country boys smokin' on some fire
Texas boys flyer, and they much higher
Do it for the city ain't no way that I retire, yeah