[Intro:]

(Respect all y’all foes) Get a grip my brother.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the people that told me
I'd never amount to something ', to all the people that lived beside my
House that I was practicing' in front of that called names on
Me when I was just trying' to show my skills to teach my brother,
And all the Dallas teams in the struggle, you know I’ ant playing

Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

[Verse One:]


It was all a dream
I used to read NFL magazine
Tony Romo and the cowboys with 5 super bowl rings
Hanging' pictures on my wall
Every Sunday you Marion barber running that ball
I let my volume rock to the max top
D-WARE and the defense making an offensive stop
Way back, when we use to have roger staubach
With the speed to match
Remember what we’ve been through, duh-ha, duh-ha
you never thought the cowboys would make it this far
Now were in the limelight 'cause we play tight
Time to get paid; get wasted on Gatorade
Born winners, the opposite of a loser
we are the team we are the most bluer
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
We blowin' up like you thought we would
Call the stadium, same city still good
It's all hood

Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, brother, uh

[Chorus:]

You know very well who we are
we don't let em hold us down, we reach for the stars
we had a goal, but not that many
'cause we’re the only one that’ll give you good and plenty