(Pat Green and Kirk Zander) I found you in a Louisiana roadside park Beat up, broke down no place left to turn I took you back to Texas under a harvest
(Pat Green) I met John Wayne and Jesus when I was just a kid They both had on their cowboy hats just like I'd pictured them I stood up at the front of
and dance go out shopping and play 'cause I'll be out with the boys on a West Texas Holiday Hunting is a lot like religion or so it is I'm told They'
mind, I'ma gon put it down It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clown I just wanna drop it, aaaa-aall night long Yeah, yeeeeah, I just wanna drop
me rich I smell like Kurt when I pitch, nigga you get it homie I be in Orange Mound, drinking yellow drank nigga I might be with Quetpuff, and green
I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks And I know - I wear
I Poured It I Sipped It, Then I Sipped Some Mo I Fired Up A Green Monster, & I Hit That House Started Relaxin, Shit & To My Surprise I Was Noddin Out
rep Latino like that lucky in that Chingo I'm legend like that Big Mike, I'm legend like K-rino I'm supersizing my stones I'm doin like Magno And leaving
I be paid up Get white girl powdery like makeup Or IArm & Hammer cut it up no razor You order, I deliver like labor I be the waiter uh! The bartender,
mind, I'ma gon put it down It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clown I just wanna drop it, aaaa-aall night long Yeah, yeeeeah, I just wanna drop it
rich I smell like curv when I pitch Nigga you get it homie I be a orange mouth Drinkin yellow drank nigga I might be with Qute, Puff and Green gank nigga
I do it for my hood, I do it for my block I do it cause I can, and I use to sell rocks I use to sell ounces, I use to sell bricks I wouldn't give a damn
it always seem, I ain't always gleam I ain't always have, but a playa always dream Took Penitentiary chances in the streets, to get this green I know I'm young but I
in my darkest hour, I shine like candy paint I hit the freeway, sipping coedine I'm out of drank, got's to go get some mo' lean I'm starched and ironed
damn self, Ok, alright, heaven only know what gonna happen tonight, Ok, alright, I'm ok, I'm alright, I'm ok, I'm alright, I'm ok, I'm alright, Oh