A Hot Texas Day Lyrics

It's a hot texas day, 95 degrees
Young Don on da grind nigga please believe
I raise da garage, pull out large
Da slab is finished snap, crawlin down on boys
Doug brandy wine extra coats of gloss
And at night it look black so I call it a woss
My seats like tan, da color of sand
These boppers they lean back it's a part of da plan (Hey)
I bout to fish tale, on da big scale
You wanna show then hit Farris on da hotmail
Told Big 2 da whole world waitin
That's da reason niggas on da sideline hatin
But fuck it I keep skatin, me and Mr. Slayton
Dash give it to em da streets intecepatin (You Feel Me)
On da real it's just time for me to get mine
T.F. Records sharin da same bloodline

[Lil Keke: talking]
Yeah, Mudafuckas, I'm what da streets waitin on
Since 9-3, it ain't done without me nigga, you know, check it

I go hard, til there's no more left (Yeah)
Watts got my back told him to chop it to death (Hey)
Speakers loud, high as a cloud
Cutlass on 84's, and he hoppin like a frog
Say da drop dog, candy berett
I peel back da top and call it banana split (Yeah)
I got da streets out here like some crack prices
White tee's and some jeans and some white Nike's
State lines, times on switchin up
Swishahouse hogg da streets like a Mack truck
Freeway's and Interstates, I love niggas
Whole things and patty cakes, I love niggas
You want da truth from H-Town, then here I am
I ain't never gone just like Uncle Sam
Reserrection, Young Don, Young Red
E-Class, nigga that's enough said