Texas Kool-Aid - Young Dolph, Paul Wall

Out in Chi-Town drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Out in MIA drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Just like these niggas jury I swear these niggas

Down in ATL drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Out in LA smoking kush and drinking Texas Kool-aid

Just like these niggas jury I swear these niggas

Down in Houston, Texas drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Got piston on me, and a pint of fucking raw (mud)

Got strong in my swisher, and your bitch in my car

R.I.P Pimp C;

I’m still sipping bars (the pimp)

Nigga a blind man can see that I’m a fucking star

No matter wherever I’m at I’m drinking screw juice

Out in New York City drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Crack the sealing;

I ain’t drink no H20 in two days

It’s Thursday night, so I ain’t drink no water since Tuesday (damn)

Nah I don’t sip red;

I drink purp (what)

Last night I fell asleep up under your bitch skirt

Woke up this morning;

brush the residue off my shirt

Now I’m headed to South Memphis, to my trap to go to work

What’s the deal;

I keep it realer than a double seal

Some Norco and Xanax, triple kill

It came straight from Walgreen’s, because I’m that ill

But enough with all that dry snitching;

I’m a yeild

My partner Pascal got a snow cone maker full of mud

And South Memphis drinking DJ Screw getting full of that good

Have you ever smoked a backwood extendo

Try that shit one day and have your brain froze

In Kansas City, but I’m chiefing on that coughing killer

Split these boppers then I trash em like tobacco filla

5 grams, 4 swishers;

I call that a forilla

Rest in peace to my boy Big Moe;

put an 8th;

tell me who realer