paroles de chanson Dallas to Houston - SPM
What
the
dang
deal,
to
the
Dallas
Texas
Last
night
I
had
a
girl
with
a
big
butt
and
small
breastes
She
was
so
precious,
she
was
so
bout
it
I
lost
my
damn
phone
but
my
homeboy
found
it
I'm
S-P
Mexy,
girls
think
I'm
sexy
Back
in
junior
high
I
use
to
dress
a
little
preppy
Now
I'm
in
the
benzo,
with
my
boy
Jo-Jo
With
the
Juan
Gotti
and
the
DJ
Lobo
I'm
in
the
hotel,
smoking
that
godel
Got
the
whole
(gun
shots)
riding
on
my
cotail
Sipping
on
the
lean,
throwed
methozyne
With
my
boy
Frankie
he
a
kumbia
king
I'ma
sag
my
jeans,
down
to
my
knees
Can
I
get
a
hit,
off
the
swisher
man
please
I'm
so
alert,
boys
getting
hurt
Step
to
the
S,
I'ma
let
my
gun
squirt
I
got
to
roll
with
the
KNON
That's
the
dang
home
of
the
SPM
Oh
my
lord,
it's
such
a
pretty
day
I
love
the
D-Town
and
I
think
I'm
gone
stay
This
for
my
Raza,
I
got
a
beer
panza
I
just
burned
my
fingers
trying
to
smoke
a
coocaracha
Ay
mama
mia,
rest
in
peace
to
Aaliyah
I
miss
you
like
I
miss
that
Selena
Quintanilla
Hold
them
up,
and
let
them
go
Hard
on
the
mic
I
use
to
sell
crack
on
a
ten
speed
bike
What's
up
to
Maria,
she
from
Handuras
My
family
from
Mexico
they
still
robbing
tourists
I'm
in
my
room,
rolling
up
ganja
My
mom's
in
the
kitchen,
rolling
up
masa
The
whole
metro
plex,
S-P
Mex
My
boy
at
a
photo
shoot
just
gave
me
some
X
I'ma
pop
one,
guess
it's
time
to
get
wiggy
Guess
who
I
saw
Santa
coming
down
my
chimney
Hold
them
up
man,
I
need
to
ask
Rasheed
Say
motherfucker,
what
you
put
in
this
weed
Smoked
out
in
my
new
truck,
De-lux
Ask
me
if
I'm
fucked
up,
pretty
much
Make
a
hoe
with
the
one
touch,
time
for
lunch
Let's
jump
in
my
bathtub,
bubble
suds
I
can
see
with
my
third
eye,
birds
eye
view
I
got
to
sur-vive,
so
chew
We
roll
with
the
tech
nine,
teflon
This
sign
at
the
time
man,
all
wrong
My
niggas
in
the
coupe
shooting
up
the
place
You
talk
shit,
but
never
in
my
fucking
face
Holler
back
if
you
can
dude,
murder
rough
But
I've
only
killed
a
hand
fool,
early
yeah
I
was
drunk
and
was
on
caine
Now
it's
seven
a.m.
it's
been
a
long
day
I'm
just
trying
to
go
to
sleep,
but
I
can't
though
I
keep
seeing
people
looking
in
my
backdoor
I
just
want
to
shoot
in
every
direction
But
I
can't
cause
my
kids
is
upstairs
though
I
look
in
the
mirror
I
see
Carlos
That's
the
cat
that
done
lost
all
his
marbles
I'ma
go
to
the
kitchen
make
some
nachos
But
all
we
got
is
fucking
eggs
and
pot-o-toes
I
got
the
new
benz
plus
two
cheves
On
19
inch
choppers
they
don't
make
twenties
Enemies
oh
yeah
man
I
got
many
I
bought
a
last
fucking
breath
with
a
hot
penny
I'm
a
serious
nuggah,
oh
it
was
trouble
Caught
her
at
the
club
and
I
wooped
her
and
I
drugged
her
See
I'm
the
bomb,
got
more
hits
than
Chaka
Chan
Smoking
ganja
man,
up
in
my
amazon
Thick
bitch,
the
only
way
I
like
them
She
suck
my
dick
but
I'm
playing
on
my
trike
Weave
out
of
line,
so
refreshing
Man
they
try
to
get
me
for
some
weed
possession
I'm
mashing
and
dashing,
I
ain't
clashing
my
lac
I'd
rather
let
my
nigga
drive
I'ma
chill
in
the
back
I'ma
smoke
janey,
the
radio
don't
play
me
Except
the
real
niggas,
the
rest
of
y'all
is
ladies
Y'all
should
be
wearing
dresses,
I
kick
you
out
of
Texas
I'm
making
wise
investments,
I
bought
15
SKS's
The
hood
is
the
hood
man
It
don't
matter
where
you
from
or
what
you
claim
You
still
get
your
motherfucking
cap
pealed
Fucking
with
this
tight
circle
that
my
click
built
I'm
with
the
Marco
on
the
dang
radio
I'ma
blow
big,
I'ma
watch
my
babies
grow
I'ma
say
hello,
eat
a
bowl
of
jello
I
sleep
with
my
gun
underneath
my
dang
pillow
See
I
got
to
get
it,
I'm
super
like
unleaded
Blasting
at
my
own
kind
is
something
that
I
dreaded
But
I
got
to
do
it
cause
these
boys
getting
stupid
In
my
new
crib
freaking
down
a
college
student
Original
gangsta,
Houston
I'ma
thank
you
Peace
to
my
mama
and
my
guardian
angel
I'ma
get
a
pager,
I
mean
the
two
razor
I'ma
hit
Shelly
and
her
homegirl
Asia
I'm
a
hell
raiser,
from
what
the
dang
south
Got
a
lot
of
homies
in
the
north
no
doubt
I
puff
and
then
pout,
Hillwood
what
I
shout
Peace
to
northeast
in
the
what
jail
route
Call
him
how
I
see
him,
everyone
agreeing
Ain't
no
way
that
SPM
could
be
a
human
being
Thugging
and
I'm
g-ing,
my
car
is
European
Got
enough
snow
I
could
probably
go
skiing
I'ma
throwed
dude,
game
in
a
shoe
In
the
land
where
they
play
the
crack
pipe
like
a
flute
Man
what's
the
dealy,
hold
them
make
them
gilly
In
the
lac
jumping
trying
to
pop
a
dang
willy
See
I'm
just
Los,
that's
all
I
ever
be
Y'all
remember
me
from
the
what
Reveille
Ex
girl
Beverly,
A-B-C-D
E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T,
U
to
the
V
X
to
the
Y
and
finally
the
Z
Man
that's
the
end,
S-P
to
the
M
Fin
to
go
um,
just
ride
in
the
wind
1 Juan Gotti's Chic (Skit)
2 The Beach House
3 Woodson N Worthin
4 Red Beams and Rice
5 Hotel Lady (Skit)
6 Suckaz N Hataz
7 Latola
8 DJ Screw (Skit) - Live
9 Dallas to Houston
10 Lobo Wanna Raise
11 Get Yo Guns
12 Moham Mitchell
13 Lord Loco's Melody
14 Honest Man (Skit)
15 Screwed Up Tape
16 For Da Homies
17 I Need A Sweet
18 Cool Enough
19 Moment of Slience for "Those Ahead of Us"
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