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Well you think you're the queen of Texas
Who you foolin' now?
Giving off an air of innocence
You ain't no sweet little flower

I thought I'd seen some cheatin' done
That I'd sung 'bout in the blues
It wasn't til you met me baby
I got the bad bad news
An' it's

* All over you, yes it is
All over you
All over you, baby it's
All over you

Can you tell me what's the mystery
You try and hide away
Where's the money come to pay for that
Little adventure anyway

And you made all the right moves baby
You really turned a head
But whe

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back side to side
Then I let the alpine play
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangster