LONE STAR RIDAZ - Intro lyrics

rate me

(feat. Happy Perez, Low G, SPM)

[Low G]

Yepa, Yepa, homeboy

It's the Lone Star Rida, Low G

Real life, real lyrics

Happy P, El Coyote

The real, recognize the real

Dope House Records

Dope sells itself, always

Fuck a friend, fuck a hoe

I'm here til I go

It ain't about money, it ain't about fame

It's about family

Damn, we so close, but these niggas don't understand

We came from so far

[Happy P]

You can love me or hate me

It's all gravy

Mama couldn't raise me

And dope fiends paid me

Took what I learned in the streets to make beats

One million dollars later, still smokin' Swisher Sweets

And I remember way back, way back in the ghetto

See as far as I can remember niggas called me Hap.

See as far as I can remember I was po' and broke

No money in my pocket and no weed to smoke

But now thangs changed, see it's been a little better lately

The greatest blessin' in my life has been my baby (huh)

Cuz I ain't never known love like that

And ain't no angel up above like that

And I pray

That she don't have to see the things I saw

Too many murdered friends and niggas behind bars

Wit cut-throat niggas, scandalous ass bitches

Niggas blowin' they brains out, so vicious

Fake niggas, kickin' niggas doors down

For what?

Just to brag when some hoes around

And you call yourself a gangsta, a hustla, a playa? (huh)

That ain't nothing if The Lord ain't yo Savior

So I kick back, and put my heart on this gat

And everything I say be silent, so that's that

And we blessed, foo, so let's bow my niggas (huh)

That's why I made this here for all of my niggas


A biggie bang to the boogie woogie shoobeedoowap

I'm doin' 120 racin' this {new eye rop}?

I'm a worka in the dirtiest game on planet earth-a

I sip the shit that come in a little jar of Gerber

Table turner, sellin' pearl-a

Smoke in my nerve-a

I'm 1-800-MURDER, I packs the Big Bertha

Boys lookin' at me funny, my palm get sweaty

You bitches cryin' over spilled spaghetti

You can ask my gal, I used to be broke as hell

I couldn't pay my doctor for my in-grown toe nail

And it's a trip, cuz I ain't even broke a sweat

But if I turn around, you see my back is soakin' wet

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