Artist: D-Gotti, Big Pokey, Tyte Eyez, Ronnie Spencer Album: The Dirty Third 2: Home Sweet Home Soundtrack Song: Texas Rangers Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook: Ronnie Spencer - 2x] See I'm a Texas ranger No longer a stranger My tab at the bar, cost more than your car Got 500 horses, in my yard [D-Gotti] See I'm a Texas ranger, candy paint changer Thoed in the game, and I don't rock no rings Three wheel hangers, sliding through danger Thank God, the Shop done came up Now I'm saying blessings over lobster, and alligator tail I'd done front an automatic, start SL Birds on my peely pale boots, that them damn fools Wrecking no, pull em back to life Benz Coupe Disappearing roof, they trail me to the saloon To have some dranks, we some cats from out the 2 Happy hour over soon, I dropped some on my tab Give the bar tender five G's, and dab Then I grabbed my dame, and slid out slow 'Fore I bobbed and weaved the lot, I pulled out slow Now you know, Gott-O been thoed since the manger But I'm blessed, to no longer be a stranger [Hook: Ronnie Spencer] [Tyte Eyez] No longer a stranger, it's been 10 years in the Lone Star I traveled from Louisiana, in a Lincoln town car A little home sick I hit me, but right quick I was right back in the mix, turning crumbs to bricks Still not knowing I would be dropping hits, with Mr. Dix He was still in Atlanta balling, that's what they called him Penny fool back to Tex, and called that nigga D-Reck Hooked up with P-A-T, then the Shop been in effect Ever since I reminisce, about my G's that passed And I continue to mash, like everyday is my last And I know that in the long run, I might just get tired But I'm building this empire, so my shorties can retire At a young age done paid, dues in the great State of Texas, coach leather sattle on my Lexus Don't test this 3rd Coast, born nigga or your life's in danger With one in the chamber, I'm a Texas ranger [Hook: Ronnie Spencer] [Big Pokey] I'm a T-E-X-A-S ranger State, with some'ing in the chamber cause it's dangerous We ain't strangers, struggling it's hard nottas Hard blocks and drops, hard tops Gotta get it, till my heart stop And I'ma be here, until God set my alarm clock I can't lie, I love my state When I eat I flood my plate, I love my way Every chance I get, I'ma rep for Screw That was one of the realest, niggaz I ever knew True to the game, real Texas ranger Was famous, but didn't let the fame change us We some brain stainers, you could believe that Swang on swangas, you gotta see that This the place to be at, why I can't explain, it's a Texas thang [Hook: Ronnie Spencer - 2x]