| It’s going down, Bun B baby
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| Big Tuck baby, you know what time it is
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| The Texas take over, know I’m tal’n bout
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| Ay yo Tuck, time to show these boys how we keep it trill
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| Down South know I’m saying, well let em know
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| G’eah, this is the Texas take over
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| The G4 plane, or the Rover
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| Snatching this money, like a soldier’s supposed to
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| Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja
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| Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling
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| Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling
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| Big money folding, your ery’day hustle
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| Today I’m in London, tomorrow I’m in Russia
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| Hurricane Tuck, the man of the hour
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| Just got the money, now I’m working on the power
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| And my real niggas, still working that powder
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| While I’m representing, this blue bunny flower
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| If you want it, you could find us in Texas
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| Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
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| Everything big, up in Texas
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| By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
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| If you want it, you could find us in Texas
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| Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
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| Everything big, up in Texas
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| By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
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| It’s Big Bun king of the trill, woodgrain gripping
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| From the land of candy paint, where them boys ain’t tripping
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| See, Texas is the home of Screw music and drank
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| Coming down blowing swishas, on them 4's that clank
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| Muddy styrofoam cups, full of oil in our hand
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| Sitting sidways on leather, as I flip through the land
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| Chunking deuces showing love, as I swang up on your Boulevard
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| One hundred percent gangsta, don’t make me have to pull your card
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| From P.A.T., on up to the D
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| The fucking town we holding it down, and keeping it G
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| So what you see is what you get, baby simple and plain
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| Two of the realest done hooked up, to shut down the game
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| Don’t ask us how we got thoed, we just start
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| Now that UGK done hooked up with that, DSR
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| It’s a wrap, all haters bow down go on and chill
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| It’s some new sheriffs in town, that’s on the trill
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| If you want it, you could find us in Texas
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| Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
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| Everything big, up in Texas
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| By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
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| If you want it, you could find us in Texas
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| Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
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| Everything big, up in Texas
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| By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
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| I stay hopping out the pearl, Maybach
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| Living like Diddy in the city, take that
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| Blowing real kush, don’t believe it blaze that
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| Mob in the club, where the stage at
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| You could tell, that I’m playing with some change
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| Cause I got some down South stones, on the chain
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| Big Tuck is the name, flyer than a plane
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| Got the Gucci lens, with the diamonds on the frame
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| Down here in Texas, everything good
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| Everything candy, everything wood
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| The Lone Star State, the house on the lake
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| Riding with a bitch, thick pretty ass face g’eah
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| If you want it, you could find us in Texas
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| Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
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| Everything big, up in Texas
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| By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
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| If you want it, you could find us in Texas
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| Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
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| Everything big, up in Texas
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| By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas |