Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just

It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out Now I did, you wonder why I like your pants around your feet And I like the dirt that's on your knees And I like the way you still say please, while you're looking up at me You're like my favorite damn disease

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your

Trouble, but ain't we all? Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all?

Houston, we got a problem It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drink But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'Cause it ain't got you I got new boots covered in red dirt A "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt And a Lonestar

Gimme, More Gimme, Gimme more Gimme, Gimme, More Gimme, Gimme We can get down like there's no one around We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin') Cameras are flashin' while we're dirty dancin' They keep watching (They keep watching)

There's perfume burning in the air Bits of beauty everywhere Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt You know how nights like this begin The kind of knot your heart gets in Any way you turn is going to hurt She comes so close You feel her then

Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this Runnin' millions until my legs out Wheelchair

Hold me, we're dancing in the dark of the night You're shining like a neon light I light you up when I get inside So won't you touch me 'cause everybody's watching us now We're putting on a show for the crowd So turn it up baby make it loud Baby you got

On Tree, I do not fuck with the percs, I barely fuck with the Earth On me, industry niggas the worst, actin' like they from the dirt On me, I do not fuck with the percs, I barely fuck with the Earth On Tree, all of them niggas I birth, tryna put me in a