(Intro): What them boys don't know What them boys don't know What them boys don't know What them boys don't know (Verse 1): Ladies, don't trip on what
it photo chop Been riding clean Since Rodney King Martin Luther Dream and chrome monoblocks All of us been repping Texas baby one thing I know is that it sho' don't
we don't play the game to say we play, we play to win [Hook: Mistah F.A.B. X2] Leanin to the side, you cain't speed through Two miles per hour, so everybody
-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em 'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin good But I don't
im on ur ass like dirt behind that cash, get murk im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t piss
a clarinet. He's just --- you know, he's represented by a clarinet.... The part of the Grandfather will be played by Don Amiche. He... what? Can't make
s tech-9 bullets humming Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie Done got theyselves into another jam Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself
know you, you my wifey but my boo ain't got your back What'd you say? Don't test me, don't test me I'm demandin' all of my respect I don't care who'
in the summer we ride You actin like you never seen it befo' Like them country boys ain't got no dough Bitch please - GET OUT - but don't you slam that
'round hurr Probably couldn't tell 'cuz I ain't walkin' now hurr I got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr TV's urrwhurr wood grain to sturr I don't
then a nigga get jumped on And they don't know where it come from Bet they do, punk-ass tell the truth Petey done what he said he'd do Came home where
for you See children, drugs are bad (C'mon) And if you don't believe me, ask ya dad (Ask him man) And if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (That's right
down, the cops have found the vein" Them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't
, leave me alone I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to roam Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn
just kinda fried I don't know why , I just popped up eatin breakfast at some Wyatt's (Big Moe) Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah its them boys off
(echo)] Hold up mayne I know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin to come through with somethin for the slab You must be crazy nigga You know we come down
Screw Put your sets in the sky, cause this one is for you Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we
Tuck baby, you know what time it is The Texas take over, know I'm tal'n bout Ay yo Tuck, time to show these boys how we keep it trill Down South know
