| Song | Texas Takeova - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Big Tuck |
| Artist | Bun B |
| Album | Tha Absolute Truth |
| 作曲 : Freeman, Tuck, Williams | |
| (feat. Bun B) | |
| (talking:) | |
| It's going down, Bun B baby | |
| Big Tuck baby, you know what time it is | |
| The Texas take over, know I'm tal'n bout | |
| Ay yo Tuck, time to show these boys how we keep it trill | |
| Down South know I'm saying, well let em know | |
| (Big Tuck:) | |
| G'eah, this is the Texas take over | |
| The G4 plane, or the Rover | |
| Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to | |
| Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja | |
| Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling | |
| Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling | |
| Big money folding, your ery'day hustle | |
| Today I'm in London, tomorrow I'm in Russia | |
| Hurricane Tuck, the man of the hour | |
| Just got the money, now I'm working on the power | |
| And my real niggaz, still working that powder | |
| While I'm representing, this blue bunny flower | |
| (Hook: x2) | |
| If you want it, you could find us in Texas | |
| Never gon leave, cause we love Texas | |
| Everything big, up in Texas | |
| By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas | |
| (Bun B:) | |
| It's Big Bun king of the trill, woodgrain gripping | |
| From the land of candy paint, where them boys ain't tripping | |
| See, Texas is the home of Screw music and drank | |
| Coming down blowing swishas, on them 4's that clank | |
| Muddy styrofoam cups, full of oil in our hand | |
| Sitting sidways on leather, as I flip through the land | |
| Chunking deuces showing love, as I swang up on your Boulevard | |
| One hundred percent gangsta, don't make me have to pull your card | |
| From P.A.T., on up to the D | |
| The ****ing town we holding it down, and keeping it G | |
| So what you see is what you get, baby simple and plain | |
| Two of the realest done hooked up, to shut down the game | |
| Don't ask us how we got thoed, we just start | |
| Now that UGK done hooked up with that, DSR | |
| It's a wrap, all haters bow down go on and chill | |
| It's some new sheriffs in town, that's on the trill | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| (Big Tuck:) | |
| I stay hopping out the pearl, Maybach | |
| Living like Diddy in the city, take that | |
| Blowing real kush, don't believe it blaze that | |
| Mob in the club, where the stage at | |
| You could tell, that I'm playing with some change | |
| Cause I got some down South stones, on the chain | |
| Big Tuck is the name, flyer than a plane | |
| Got the Gucci lens, with the diamonds on the frame | |
| Down here in Texas, everything good | |
| Everything candy, everything wood | |
| The Lone Star State, the house on the lake | |
| Riding with a bitch, thick pretty ass face g'eah | |
| (Hook x2) |
| zuò qǔ : Freeman, Tuck, Williams | |
| feat. Bun B | |
| talking: | |
| It' s going down, Bun B baby | |
| Big Tuck baby, you know what time it is | |
| The Texas take over, know I' m tal' n bout | |
| Ay yo Tuck, time to show these boys how we keep it trill | |
| Down South know I' m saying, well let em know | |
| Big Tuck: | |
| G' eah, this is the Texas take over | |
| The G4 plane, or the Rover | |
| Snatching this money, like a soldier' s supposed to | |
| Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja | |
| Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling | |
| Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling | |
| Big money folding, your ery' day hustle | |
| Today I' m in London, tomorrow I' m in Russia | |
| Hurricane Tuck, the man of the hour | |
| Just got the money, now I' m working on the power | |
| And my real niggaz, still working that powder | |
| While I' m representing, this blue bunny flower | |
| Hook: x2 | |
| If you want it, you could find us in Texas | |
| Never gon leave, cause we love Texas | |
| Everything big, up in Texas | |
| By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas | |
| Bun B: | |
| It' s Big Bun king of the trill, woodgrain gripping | |
| From the land of candy paint, where them boys ain' t tripping | |
| See, Texas is the home of Screw music and drank | |
| Coming down blowing swishas, on them 4' s that clank | |
| Muddy styrofoam cups, full of oil in our hand | |
| Sitting sidways on leather, as I flip through the land | |
| Chunking deuces showing love, as I swang up on your Boulevard | |
| One hundred percent gangsta, don' t make me have to pull your card | |
| From P. A. T., on up to the D | |
| The ing town we holding it down, and keeping it G | |
| So what you see is what you get, baby simple and plain | |
| Two of the realest done hooked up, to shut down the game | |
| Don' t ask us how we got thoed, we just start | |
| Now that UGK done hooked up with that, DSR | |
| It' s a wrap, all haters bow down go on and chill | |
| It' s some new sheriffs in town, that' s on the trill | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Big Tuck: | |
| I stay hopping out the pearl, Maybach | |
| Living like Diddy in the city, take that | |
| Blowing real kush, don' t believe it blaze that | |
| Mob in the club, where the stage at | |
| You could tell, that I' m playing with some change | |
| Cause I got some down South stones, on the chain | |
| Big Tuck is the name, flyer than a plane | |
| Got the Gucci lens, with the diamonds on the frame | |
| Down here in Texas, everything good | |
| Everything candy, everything wood | |
| The Lone Star State, the house on the lake | |
| Riding with a bitch, thick pretty ass face g' eah | |
| Hook x2 |