Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome To Dallas, artist - Big TuckDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Welcome To Dallas |
| I’m at the door, I think I bumped up on some’ing big nigga |
| I’m trying to get you to wake up, holla back nigga wake up |
| G’eah wake your ass up, Sgt. Tuck is in the building |
| I’ma introduce you to my side of town, Danger City |
| Welcome to Dallas |
| Welcome to Dallas, Northside Texas |
| Don’t go on no hoe shit, nigga this Texas |
| You will get murd-ad, you neckless |
| Better respect this, or lay out breathless |
| Wig split, Texas |
| Come with your mind right, or you’ll heave headless |
| We so for real hurr, Presidents get killed hurr |
| Street life bananas, and gorillas live hurr |
| Watch how you move, or you’ll be ape food |
| Our apes lift quakes, with tear drop tattoos |
| You will get murd-ad, don’t tempt me This is my city, we’ll shoot till it’s empty |
| Some deny us, but please don’t try us Fully automatic, we’ll rip your house up Some don’t believe that, they seem to die though |
| My life is a movie, and I’m Al Pacino |
| Please check this, this where it get hectic |
| Undercovers come in traps, and they leave out neckless |
| You better respect this, won’t settle for less bitch |
| Never been to Dallas, then you ain’t never been to Texas |
| Let me, remind you |
| Got bread I’ll put it on your head if I got to You will get flopped too, this what you should not do Leave bullshit to animals, off in this zoo |
| You’re now in Dallas, it ain’t no faking |
| There will be no hating, you might meet Satan |
| Home of the G’s, king of the ki’s |
| We don’t ride swangas, we bending on D’s |
| Dallas the place, we thugging with grace |
| You better set your pace, or you will lose this race |
| I’ma cut to the chase, I’ma give you a taste |
| You get out of line, a nigga will snatch your face |
| There’ll be, no jacking |
| Cause we got drama, the kind you been lacking |
| The kid what’s happ’ning, them dope boys trapping |
| The numbers too high, chill out with that taxing |
| This where I’m from, underground icon |
| Wait till you meet Fat and Lil’Ronnie, Double and Tum Tum |
| We are the truth, there’ll be no stopping |
| We don’t battle rap, we get them AR’s cracking |