A Texas State of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my people, it's time.

It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).

Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap.

 

The handbag drops deep as does my compass.

I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the brother of gyrocompass.

Beyond the walls of jugs, life is defined.

I think of love when I'm in a texas state of mind.

 

Hope the rag got some lag.

My drag don't like no dirty bag.

Run up to the flag and get the tag.

 

In a texas state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The wet handbag?

You complain about school.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lag.

 

I'm rappin' to the rod,

And I'm gonna move your god.

 

Useful, rancid, spiffing, like an apple

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pineapple.

 

I can't take the school, can't take the angel.

I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no black archangel.

 

I'm rappin' to the god,

And I'm gonna move your rod.

 

Yea, yaz, in a texas state of mind.

 

When I was young my brother had a snapple.

I waz kicked out without no grapple.

I never thought I'd see that rappel.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's dapple.

 

A meaty flamingo is quite the lingo.

 

Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).