| Ya know, we gon start this thang off like this here man
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| There’s a lot of talking out here, I’ve been rapping a long time man
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| That’s right H-Town my city, Houston Texas
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| Y’all make me stand proud for the name, that I’m the Young Don
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| This year I’m changing my name, 0−5/0−6 put Houston on my back
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| Letting everybody know, I’m standing up for the city
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| It ain’t done without me, the Teflon Don
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| I’m a go-getter, that means I get it and go
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| Let me do a underground, let me rock me a show
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| Let me write a 16, pick a thoed ass beat
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| Bout to jot down some heat, and then smother the street
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| But at 18, I was getting it by the gram
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| My daddy told me, even a trash can get a ham
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| Grinding and scratching, doubling and matching
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| Betting with big chips so, who wants some action
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| Hustlers, gangstas, cut throats and killers
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| Felons, rapists, ex-cons and dealers
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| I serve up pshycos, white hoes and vatos
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| You put it in your pipe, lace your vein or your nose
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| 8100 block, it’a well known crack spot
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| Rocks in the socks, when you punks play hop-scotch
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| Betting rapping getting mine’s, since the game begin
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| Icon, C.M.G. |
| and we playing to win
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| Niggas feel my pain, niggas feel my thrust
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| If they push me to the edge, I’ll be forced to bust
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| They can shoot they can fire, but I will not run
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| Cause my name is Don Ke, my game is teflon
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| Capital T-E-F-L-O-N, I sin
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| I’m a grown ass man, this is now that was then
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| Raised in the streets, where the vaulters prey
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| I’ll confess all my sins, when it’s judgment day
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| Got a click of killer niggas, that be itching to click
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| Got a black .45, if they keep riding my dick
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| I can throw up right now, cause my game is sick
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| And my music got more chops, than a Bruce Lee flick
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| I’m the Teflon Don, like I’m Gotti and shit
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| And my lyrics mob-style, let my pen do a hit
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| My niggas be in the Penn, screaming blast for me
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| I can make a whole brick, with a half a ki
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| Niggas hating everyday, it don’t make no sense
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| But if it don’t make dollars, it don’t make no cents
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| So it’s money by the ton, for the fam and the son
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| And don’t forget the young Don, is so teflon
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| (*talking*)
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| C.M.G. |
| is definitely in the building mayn
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| You know I’m tal’n bout, Custom Made Gangstaz mayn
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| You got to be born like this here
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| I’m talking to all my G’s, on the block man
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| That’s packing them thangs, banging hard you know I’m tal’n bout
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| Cut this shit up mayn |