[Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw
dudes They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food 'Cause commissary is so very necessary It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it
chili beans Filled with mamma's hot bastard bacon bits And drizzled with just the right amount of thick savory sauce Drippin' with noodle nuggets and Texas
eighty ladies The Jefferson's to the Brady, Sanford and the Son I want the whole world and my old girl back She left me for the postman, now she send me letters
Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] From Texas to Atlanta,
I took the time to write to my old friend I walked across that burning bridge I mailed my letter off to Dallas but Her reply came from Anchorage, Alaska
to the streets Never will I give the curve back Still movin' at a velocity Still sensing the animosity Hate mail is what they send me But I separate letters
Look out across the fields, see me returnin' Smoke is in your eyes, you draw a smile From the fireplace where my letters to you are burning You've had
fierce in his eye For Texas and freedom, a man more than willin' to die Hi! Up! Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas
So flamboyant and so so buff We could always never get enough No one could touch you or ever call your bluff You were the king and queen of Texas hardcore
I even getting through to you son? Do like I say. Don't you do like I done She's a yellow rose of Texas, she's smiling from the crowd The message
Texas All the way to Tennessee? I'm in love and he's in Dallas But that's not the way it's supposed to be Can a promise reach from Texas All the way
is mine gonna stay there this time in my town Well I write her letters and I always send her X's And I'm a going back cause there ain't a darn cow in Texas
light which dance before me like a million eyes, They call me on and on across the universe, Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
Look out across the fields, see me returning Smoke is in your eyes, you draw a smile From the fireplace where my letters to you are burning You've had
letter, we ain't saying we're no better It just seems like out in Texas there's more to be proud of Yes, it just seems like out in Texas there's more
You made a few bucks at a show down in Texas You rode the train north, threw the sand and the sage It took all you had to make entry in Denver A cheap
be my new zip code Opened up that Rand MacNally put my finger down Maybe a south side valley or a West Texas border town Don't waste your postage on a come home letter