Ahh they shouldnt a done this right here
March now step now march now step (yeah)
March now step now march now step (blueberry still connect)
March now step now march now step
March now step now march now step
You gotta march like a soldier
Walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit
You gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil mamas dipping)
You gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil mamas dipping)
I'm grinding
I'm posted up on the block like a stop sign
Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein
I'm a certified hustler and a G
Trying to metamorphasize a hundred two a hundred three
I'm chasing after currency and accumulating green
With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope fien
I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale
I took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells
My money's empidemic, it multiply fast
I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass
Addicted to the hustle allergic to being broke
Never falling off cuz I stay on my note
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the hot girls dipping)
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the hot girls dipping)
Ay, get off my dick, Hollygroove Weezy
Young money billionaire, Hermes winter ware
I'm trying to get somewhere like I ain't never been no where
They probably suffocate trying to breathe this endo air
Halt who goes there, nigga I live there
I run on top of water, I walk on thin air
I ride around with a MAC10 squared
Thats a pair of semi-automatic shootin everywhere
I dont care if authority come by here
They get it just like them niggaz who ain't from by here
Yeah, and I'm extra bout it
If I get in beef I do something about it before I get out
Yeah, Lil Wayne never dropped the Lil
I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill
Yeah, I'm so New Orleans that I can't hide
You know I'm cutting something I'm spittin for Roc? side, Weezy
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping)
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping)
I ain't never had a hand, I ain't never been a beggar
On the grind like a bootlegger, I'm a go getter
I'm Bobby Fischer on the mic making chess moves
This suckers playin checkers simply destined to lose
The Martha Stewart made it blind
See the chains bump ends
Me and a couple lady friends blowing piff in the wind
I got the wrist ware, smooth and sleek
Nothing but ??
You ain't never saw a watch like this so go ahead and take a peek
I'm massive in the streets like a diesel truck
Endulging in that purple stuff gettin full of that puff puff
Tote the iron, I'm double dutch
I'm ice water up in the clutch
Place your bet, Ill call ya bluff
Paul Wall baby thats whats up
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping)
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march)
[Chamillionaire:]
I'm a hustla, ladies man, of course a player
So say ya, prayers when I park the gator
Your neighbors, suspect some suspicious behavior
Ready to call your captain save her, to come save you
But Your not in danger 'cause I'm not a stranger
I just came for one night to entertain you
Came to your crib I know it be a shame to
Waste this evening tryin' to be a complainer
For Real.
[Chorus: Nicole]
If You Would've known 20 inches of chrome
Was really turnin' me on
Then we wouldn't be friends
It's just me alone & I'm gettin' it on
& I will never be wrong
My man won't know I'm Cheatin'
Never let you know how I feel on the phone
Cause I Don't want this to go over the deep end
So I'm afraid I gotta let you know...
That I Want To Get Sexual.
[Chamillionaire:]
I can pull up outside
Your crib in my ride
& tell my girl that I'll be at the studio lie
No one will know that I've even arrived
I'll show up at 4 & be out the door before 5
Let me get up inside
I wasn't talkin' about your draws I'm talkin' 'bout your house
Because that's the first step after I get in the door
You already know, how the rest of the script go
Me & you on the floor, you niggas gone so I think we can get kinky, drink D. Lick the lengthy
Sips of henny & soda got you so uh
Far from sober, I'm like man hold up
Your fine but I kind a feel you tryin' to turn me on showin' designer panty liners
If I ever get the time or day then I'm a make you come like the space after a comma for real.
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
If I Would've known 20 inches of chrome
Was really turnin' you on
Then we wouldn't be friends
We would alone somewhere gettin' it on
I know it would be be wrong
& then you'd be cheatin'
Never let you know how I feel on the phone
We both got lovers at home but we would't tell them
Don't be afraid baby let me know...
If you want to Get Sexual.
Breakdown...
:Nicole singing:
[Chamillionaire:]
What you mean though?
I give you what you fiend for
You gotta Just let me know.
:Nicole singing:
[Chamillionaire:]
Hand me the keys
To your sexual needs
I'll drive slow I won't speed.
:Nicole singing:
[Chamillionaire:]
Is this your last answer
This is your last chance ta
Let Chamillion romance ya.
:Chamillionaire singing:
Don't be afraid baby let me know
If you want to get sexual.
[Paul Wall:]
Catch game I'm pitchin' to you come up out of the dark
Step up to the plate swing & hit you out of the park
Can you meet me out of the park
Let me seduce you
I'm kinda like Chris Tucker tryin' to get me some mushu
Let me introduce you... to pablo's peter
Take your shirt off then aye yi yi it's unbelievable.
Why you always actin' like I ain't 'bout nuttin'?
Girl you bluffin'
You a Turkey let me stick you my stuffin'
Wake you up out of your dreams... it ain't what it seems
Let me get inside your coffee & squirt my cream.
You understand?
Hear me out peep my slang
Quit actin' like you aren't attracted by the way that I swang
I know the 20 inch things.. keep catchin' your eye
Don't let me catch you in a lie
Let me caress your thigh
Let me play the itsy bitsy spider up under your skirt
I wanna flirt but you don't wanna be hurt
You think I'm a jerk.
[Chorus: Nicole]
If You Would've known 20 inches of chrome
Was really turnin' me on
Then we wouldn't be friends
Just leave me alone & we won't gettin' it on
& I will never be wrong
& wouldn't be Cheatin'
Never let you know how I feel on the phone
Cause I Don't want this to go over the deep end
So I'm afraid I can let you know...
That I Want To Get Sexual.
Breakdown...
:Nicole singing:
[Chamillionaire:]
What you mean though?
I give you what you fiend for
You gotta Just let me know.
:Nicole singing:
[Chamillionaire:]
Hand me the keys
To your sexual needs
I'll drive slow I won't speed.
:Nicole singing:
[Chamillionaire:]
Is this your last answer
This is your last chance ta
Let Paul Wall romance ya.
:Chamillionaire singing:
Don't be afraid baby let me know...
Do you want to get sexual?
[Nicole:]
I'm a chick magnet, I'm a ladies man
I put a smile on your face any way that I can
I got the world in my hands, you got the world in your pants
My squad pimpin there, I approach and put you under my trance
My gameplan is exquisite, so when I pay you a visit
I'ma make you go ballistic from the second I get up in it
To tell the truth I bring great orgasmic pleasure
It seem like it last forever when you float like a feather
My wordplay is clever, I'll have you laughin and grinnin
I lay you on that linen, and make you feel like you swimmin
You callin me King Dingaling and girl I just might be
I know you never ever met a player quite like me, cause
I'm a sweet talker, I'm a pipe layer
I'll sweat you out your weave I'm a back breaker
I'm a gentleman, I'm a mack player
I'm a dimepiece layer, smooth operator
Baby cold kick off your shoes and relax your feet
My sweet talk is so unique, girl you in for a treat
I'll be the cream in your coffee, I'm your chocolate and toffee
And when I exercise my mackin I'll be killin you softly
I got a way with compliments, girl I'm sweeter than mints
It'll be common sense to let the love makin commence
I've had all persuasions, on so many occasions
When you spend a night with me it'll seem like a vacation
You gon' love it when you with me, and when I leave you'll miss me
I'ma whisper in yo' ear and get you really hot like Missy
I'll tell you freaky thangs that's gon' make you blush
And I'ma make your body tingle from the tip of my touch, cause
I'm a superfly cat when I'm in mack mode
Soon as I get deep up inside you I'ma make you explode
I'm a player by nature, I'm a mack by choice
And I'ma make your body moist from the sound of my voice
I got a hell of a resume for layin the pipe
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I can do what you like
So come on let's spend the night, it won't cost you a penny
I'll put you in the mood right, with a lil' Hyp' and Henny
I strap up twice, when I be usin the rubber
Cause I don't wanna be in bed gettin burned like Usher
I got a nonchalant demeanor, girl I'm calm and cool
(Paul Wall 1st Verse)
When you up, you up
And when you down, you down
but when you fall off
just peep out who still come around
and aint too many gon' hold you down
when you down and not on ya luck
but ima be right by your side
even when that road get rough
I keep it cool when the streetz iz hott
and all your friends that soon forgot
they leavin you all alone to rott
but I'll be there till you back on top
I'm down wit ya wit no strings
no matter what, one hundred im willin to feed
Im gettin that paper to feed my krew
and no matter what you goin through
I'm stayin true...
(Chorus)
(Z-Ro)
I know you been searchin for someone
To keep it one hundred
So tired of mixed love and bullshit
and keep keepin it comin
Damn right he came up from nothin
But now he's got money
And he's feedin his people
And now aint one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
(Z-ro 2nd Verse)
Uhh...
I represent Mo' City until the day I die
I speak the truth even when I say a lie
Even lil babys know better than to play with I
Would be to lost and never found to say bye bye
Ya'll already know I got alot of evil in me
But I got alot of that love shit too
Cuz I promise I'm in love with my ride
And I'm in love with what its sittin on
Bitch and my paints so blue
Thanks to Paul Wall
You already know I got love for ya bro
My cup empty yo cup
If you less pour some mo
My nigga T-faris and J-dawg
And even my old school nigga Fuck
When they show us hate
We gon' show 'em back love
Now but last year would've been a different scene
But ima let you make it
Cuz im really tryna keep it one hundred
So stay the fuck away from me please!
(Chorus)
I know you been searchin for someone
To keep it one hundred
So tired of mixed love and bullshit
and keep keepin it comin
Damn right he came up from nothin
But now he's got money
And he's feedin his people
And now aint one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
(Yung Redd Verse 3)
Homie I'm different like a alien
Driven in that mothership
Its black its midnight
Im sittin high up on that numbers list
Went from all this paper rain but now im never drowsy
They talk but I cant even hear the way
they wisper 'bout me
Even if they doubt me haters im off limits
Blowin cake
Ohh yea I make desert for a livin
So many times I swear I spare my last one hundred
Like a grade in the class
Now thats extra credit
(Chorus)
I know you been searchin for someone
To keep it one hundred
So tired of mixed love and bullshit
and keep keepin it comin
Damn right he came up from nothin
But now he's got money
And he's feedin his people
March 11th 1981, my mama gave birth to hell raisin heavenly son. and my daddy was a fool addicted to ground so he was never around mama help me down. when me and big sis had nothing to eat she gave up here last just to make thing meet. my mama a school teacher working to provide for her fam strugglin in 8 80s submit to gods plan. them long 12 steps are hard when your all on your own. no family true friends my mama was all alone. she did it for her children strugglin to make a livin and some how we still had food on thanksgivin. when i can barely talk mama taught me to pray and right then i knew we had a better life some day. she still give up her last just to see me smile thats the defintion of love for chilled i love my mama.
daddy wasnt there so mama rasied me im still mamas baby ( repeat 4 times)
my mama was my rue model, had no father figure only bunch of tight dreams of been richer. but as times got tougher my life just got rougher. it hurt so bad just to watch my mama suffer. so hard to talk when your dead broke so mama use to make remember rised the song quotes. in a middle of session mama gave god praised i knew what it meant to strugglin at such an early age remember them days. she barely earned minimum wage. but made sure i had clothes to start to 7th grade. meat my step father and walk down the ille. i praised god to send some body that made my mama smile.he rasied me as his own and tought me to be a man and gave my mama a hand. i just love to see that beautiful smile on mamas face my mama can never be replaced i love my mama.
daddy wasn't there so mama raised me im still mamas baby ( repeat 4 times)
20 years of strugglin in came to a closeno more old torn up in hime down clothes. she deserves the best and never noting less no stress who gave my mama that gucci dress. times were hard but we done made it out the rain the storm was saver but we over came the hurricane rainy days seem to last so long. when the times got hard my mama taught me to be strong. number 1 supporter ever since day one and still to this day mama will die for her son no more songs all them rainy days are gone. now we takin trips to Disney world just for fun.put you in the vans take you out that note its been a long rough rode rollin eyes on em she raised me from a baby my number 1 lady till the day im in my grave ima stay mamas baby.
(featuring Lil' Flip)
(*talking*)
Here lizard-lizard-liazrd, uh
It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah
Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go
[Hook - 2x]
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
[Paul Wall]
Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire]
They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
[Hook - 2x]
[Lil' Flip]
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
Trill is when you're hustlin, trill is when you're grindin
Trill is when you punch in that clock overtimin
Trill is when you keep it real one hundred percent
And hold it down for your team run your game full sprint
Trill is when you never fake, trill is when you real
Chasin after dollar bills, gotta get it how you live
Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it
Doin whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket
Yeah, I'm all about the cheese baby, all about the cheddar
When it come to ghetto grindin can't nobody do it better
A real go-getter, never hesitate to hit a lick
I don't have to even make a phone cal to get a brick
Ya find lieutenant on ya Sidewalk Two
At code fo'-twenty-'fo, he know just what to do
Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving
That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin
Up in the game since the early 90's
Never sleep to keep them haters one step behind me
Ain't nothin changed but the time that they hand out
But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out
Cause everybody know us in the streets, we like royalty
Commandin respect and demandin click loyalty
If you ain't down with freein Pimp C then fuck all y'all
You wanna know what trill is? Tell 'em Paul Wall
I'm a survivor of the struggle, I live by the code
In the city where greed and envy make ya heart turn cold
At 17 years old I was ahead of my time
I had to roll with the punches and keep my ducks in a line
I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper
I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous haters
I trained for chess moves, I'm five steaps ahead
I keep my mind focused, make money, break bread
I'm rollin 5 9, it's the home of the crack sales
That South Lee block got more cookies than Snackwells
I snatch you up like eatin shrimp, don't contest do not attempt
You crossed the line no turnin back, we'll leave you naked like Larry Flynt
With young ghetto stars, certified with ghetto scars
Intoxicated by weed cigars, we eat stress by sippin barre
Fancy cars and diamond ice, I'm intrigued by fancy thangs
We always keep it trill, in the hood we look like kings
Look, look, if you know me then you know I'm a G
If you know me then you know I'm gon' run through a hundred bricks a week
If you know me then you know I'm a dawg
If you know me then you know I get a package and I fly 'til it's gone
If you know me then you know I'm a fool
If you know me then you know I'll punish you if you fuck with the dude
If you know me then you know I'm a man
If you know me then you know I keep a plan to keep some money in my hand
If you know me then you know I'll bleed
You don't know me ask somebody they'll tell you wodie mean what he said
If I huff it, ain't no doubt I'ma spread
I'ma cock and bust, since 13 I been droppin my nuts
I'm online for new artists in Florida
Got a bitch that'll drive with a package from Atlanta to Dallas
You ain't know, better ask your bitch
Paul wall.chick magnet in stores
me and mick jones we the future baby
we comin' soon... its the swishahouse
straight to da room
I'm lookin' for a fine little freak wit class
slim waste and pretty face wit a whole lotta ass
a little sasy not too concern wit gosip
you goin' be alright, long as you don't reach for my wallet
I wanta chick this lick wit some nice round tits
get her full of grapejuice and milk and she's ready to lick
I like them slim wit curves and ready to serve
I gotta way wit words that make them be ready like hors d'oeuvres
when my mackin' them birds I poke em' like spers
I stick my plug in there socket and I give them a power surge
I can make you feel high without fields of smoke
when its over you can't move like your back's been broke
I'm the captain of the drill team the moralrean brothers
I like them all shapes all types all colors
I'm double dutch on bummpers from these late night hights
I'm somethin' simular to a plumer I be layin' the pipe
I make you feel it in they stomach and they float like a feather
smooth is eva I break off orgasmic pleasure
bring them to Mu-Shu fellas, who you tag teamin'
baptizin' wit ceemin' exercisin' them with demons
I go by the name of paul wall I'm the chick magnet
you can call me UPS 'cause I deliver the package
alot of practice and sex, 4 days in a week
a got a hell of a resume for makin' ladies knees weak
soon as I spit, I make them shake and quiver
my swav dip in their tone make them wet like a river
I always home run in bat, I don't strike out
they like some ships lost a sea and I'm the lighthouse
we the lights out and the music's on my resume is well known
paul wall and mike jones we bring it straight to da room its on
[voice]
I lose all control when you grab a hold
and you do your trick I love it with you... Lick!... Lick!
you got lock at me every part of me no what makes me tick
[Chorus: Chamillionaire (Paul Wall)]
Guess it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday*
My chain lookin like the sun
Swag turned way up, maybe 'cause I'm draped up, stay plush
I don't know where y'all come from
But that's just how we do (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do it 'round here (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do it 'round here (that's-that's-that's-that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Knock, knock, who is it? Guess who come to pay a visit?
It's the Mr. Walking Blizzard, with the "here lizard, lizard"
Flyer than a flock of pigeons, the earlobes are vivid
But if you try to test, you'll get smoked like a brisket
Last palace, fast livin, Family Guy like Peter Griffin
And my wallet is stuffed like turkeys at Thanksgiving
I grind hard, my pockets full like Easter Mass
Paper long, my money stretchin like yoga class
"Get Money", yeah that's my task, I'm throwed like a piece of trash
My wrists light up like camera flash while commentators live in the past
But me and Koopa back on our mash from Antoine to Ledbetter
Got more paper than a mail shredder, 'cause 'round here we go getters
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Chamillitary mayne, who knowin just how I do, so it's time to turn up your tuner
With radio play or not, they talk about me like a rumor (rumor)
And they hope my album will leak on the streets and come sooner (sooner)
I now renounce my throne as the King of Zamunda
Hollywood, not true, been sick, ah-choo
The inventors of the "what it do, " where the Don Kings of the candy blue
We don't really mean to brag but we legends so act like you knew
That we one notch below Pimp and Screw but we (way higher than you)
I'm skatin, no Daytons, with Paul Wall to plate and (plate and)
Ya must've got us mistaken 'cause ain't no play-action fakin (fakin)
Earthquakin, trunk shakin (shakin), the realest in my state and (say what?)
The treat me like I'm God, they be like As-Salamu Alaykum, so vacant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
'Round here the grind pays, it's all work and no play
My pockets thick like Deltas and my Sprite's pink like AKA's
Brace yourself, you'll be amazed, all haters can suck on these
Me and Cham back in the game, I'm Reggie Bush, he's Drew Brees
I run the mic and he's so thoed, now all the blogs are quite pleased
'Cause they thought we fell off like dry scalp and bad weave
"Get Ya Mind Correct" please, my wrist cold like winter breeze
'Cause I'm grindin up all night like little kids on Christmas Eve
I keep the stacks on deck like a lawn chair
The wristware give off a glare, so when ya stare, do so with care
'Round here we one hundred but them boys far from it
Everyday I'm in the paper like the comics, how we do it 'round here
(Intro)
The Peoples champ baby
that be yours truly Paul Wall
You know what Im talkin bout
Gettin this money all day and all night
and you know Im flyer than a mosquito baby cuz thats how i do
I got expensive taste you know what im talking bout
sit back take notes already
(Verse 1)
I wake up in the morning and I yawn and stretch
Lace up some new J's now Im new born fresh
Got the 501 jeans creased starched and pressed
Expensive taste name brand hat and shirt on my chest
Got the boppers going crazy pull up in my Mercedes
Knocking down the ladies from Pasadena to Katy
Most of them dudes hate me cuz I sweet talking they lady
but dont bring her around me if your game aint all gravy
No time for games my mind on stacking change
Tryin to flip this paper and change this chevy to a range
Screen fall like rain as I maneuver the grain
I pull up 3 screens 4 twelves 5 swangs
Cadillac convert while my trunk do the jerk
and the speakers in the back are drumming like Neil Peart
haters on high alert 3 ounces in the squirt
Perc 10s for dessert and Pimp C on my shirt
I I come around the corner so slow alert
When wood grain get worked all feelings get hurt
Gorilla poke swangers all up under the skirt
First place in the car show in the back getting slurped
I step on the dirt and stop traffic like a school bus
All eyes on me Im fly as a flock of ducks
Chasing these big bucks Haters can suck nuts
They flaky as pie crust and sensitive as an Itouch
Put that on the hood the corner and the block
TV Johnny put 35 carats up on the watch
100 til my heart stops running this paper chasing
Draped in expensive taste my music is slow pace
Prada is on the face partner thats shades
And if its aint 84s and vogues than its blades
Crisp new levis grinding since I was knee high
Need I say mo' fo sho you know we fly
Jordons on the toes when you see Paul Wall
Shopping spree at ?SL2? I crawls from the mall
Man im so fly no connections no jet lag
?Parvay? carat stones I break them off bad
Im a hustla chasing meal tickets on a daily basis
I gotta get it Im chasing them big faces
Im putting paper in my pocket all damn year
So I can pull out Maserati and put carats in my ear
The diamonds shine so clear never from Debeer
I holla at TV Johnny he the man round here
Partner I got my mind and on Dollar signs and signing checks
I thinking snow cones on ear mouth wrist and neck
I got the game in check and my wrist game's correct
The diamond watch so shinny call it time to reflect
I gotta call these shots partner I came to wreck
And if you owe me lil homie then its time to collect
Im straped up like a baby in the car seat
All work all day all night and all week
No sleep a hustla up on the creep
Getting my cash up bread stacked extra steep, baby
(Outro)
Know what Im talking bout
And if you got a problem with me getting my paper
then hit me at my website www dot kiss my ass dot com
Know what im saying We in here Know what im talking bout
Sweatshop i see you baby
P.F. James what up
my partner Skinhead Rob rolling it up
we bout to get tore up
T Barker i see you baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hella drunk and she on E
All these broads keep pullin' on me
(On me)
Won't stunt, pullin' my tree
(My tree)
Mommy can't keep her hands off me
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
Girl, what up? Say lookin' for the boppers
Eyes open, scopin' the bunny hoppers
Big tits, cheek backside like, woah
I like that, you already know
I'm drunk on a hundr' tryin' find me a friend
When I'm fucked up everything look like a 10
Baby got back and, yeah, I'm with that
I'm a player, my game show up like a thumb tack
Baby is throwin' up but I keep pullin' up
Their ain't no slowin' up, I'm a keep goin' 'til
Girl say that the room is spinnin'
Wait it get's better, this just the beginning
Wait 'til you can't feel your hands and feet
This your first time rollin'? You're in for a treat
You wake up tomorrow thinkin' what did you do
While you at it, don't stop, take one of these too
Pop one of these
Hella drunk and she on E
All these broads keep pullin' on me
(On me)
Won't stunt, pullin' my tree
(My tree)
Mommy can't keep her hands off me
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
Leaned out, chasin' my N's
All these hoes keep chasin' my friends
Is all good, I stared through the lens
Kick back and just laugh while they chasin' the Benz
I tell a bitch like Gobi, go harder or go home
She ain't doin' nothin' for me, she can leave me alone
Pretty thing walked up like, ay what it is?
She said she like my shirt, she was lookin' at Biz
I said biz, she said biz okay, it is what it is
Just go tuggin' on my neck and I'm a handle the biz
I reach into my pocket and I pulled out a grip
All kinds of different colors and I told her don't trip
First one's on me, all the rest on you
She said, I'll hit the ATM, it's best that you do
I let her through, skipped off, 5 minutes was back
Told me fuck it, give me everything and gave me a stack like that
Hella drunk and she on E
All these broads keep pullin' on me
(On me)
Won't stunt, pullin' my tree
(My tree)
Mommy can't keep her hands off me
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
Yeah, I'm controllin'
All this shit in my hand I'm holdin'
I know she's rollin'
Jumped in the limo, don't know where we goin'
Don't ask just fall in
I pull it out and pack it all in
Girl, why you stallin'?
My phone keeps ringin', females callin'
I'm a show you I'm pimpin'
'Bout to have fun if you like women
Always keep two or three
I don't give a fuck if you like me
I'm a rapper, you a groupie
I go back in there and get a new three
As soon as I walk in the door
Met another girl, ready to go and she was
Hella drunk and she on E
All these broads keep pullin' on me
(On me)
Won't stunt, pullin' my tree
(My tree)
Mommy can't keep her hands off me
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(Girl pop one of these)
(*humming*)
[Chamillionaire]
Now she's mo-ving through the club, in her gangsta strut
Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's aiming to bust ow-ow
So gangsta, the way she shoots
You found a thug, I'm down with you
Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head
She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the head
Now he's laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead
See that punk drunk and he passed out, while she dash out with his bread
You bum a clot see you done forgot, nigga you dumb you not
Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, cause she wanna shop
See ya not suppose to buy a car lot, cause she want a drop
Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause that hoe wanted a rock
Niggaz better stick to the G-code, speaking to hoes with my teeth froze
I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I'm sneaky I sneak hoes
Like a thief out of the clothes, and they don't even expect it
One minute she's telling her friend I'm cute, until poof she's naked
Yes it's the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage
And her weave is weaponry, and security didn't see this
She is dressed to kill, you blind if you think she ain't a
Visual Soprano can't handle her, cause she's gangsta
(*humming*)
[Chamillionaire]
She cocks it back and pull and shoot, cause she can see I'm pulling roofs
Off the top of the new drop, but she forgot I'm bulletproof
My chest is a permanent vest, I guess I'm not who you thought
No matter how fine or smart, a girl can not damage my heart
Think you've guessed it right, she's trying to get you for your cream
But it's alright tonight, I've also got a scheme
To hear nice things, like I wan' get between them jeans
And then I'ma send you home, ain't nothing but wedding dreams
See every cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it ain't no
Damn hoe, giving me the shooter run out of my ammo
I'm like Rambo in the cruiser, I maneuver with a Ruger
Cause I'm sitting propped up on the non-stoppers, any jacker with a prover
Excuse her who you talking to sir, nigga I'm talking to you
See that hoe came in the club with me, how could she walk in with you
Nigga I don't know I ain't certain, you ain't gotta be no brain surgeon
If you got game then it ain't working, nigga getting two to the brain curtains
You seen that show t.v. Bachelor, how them ladies react
Well everyday Chamillionaire's life is like, a episode of that
Ha-ha her car break down on a hill, I bet she make you get out and push
Taking that chick to Foot Locker, she never leave without a Swoosh and that's gangsta
(*talking*)
[Chamillionaire]
Million tempted by female, them smelling so good
She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho' should
Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I'm so hood
So I think I'm bout to claim her, I'm bout to tame her
Danger, damage you better believe she ain't ya
Average type of gangsta, excuse me what is your name girl
Danger, she's dressed to kill she's gangsta
Looking like a model, while she's kissing trying to bang ya
Smoking holes in dead bodies, just pulling hoes with their bodies
Full of tattoos matter fact who, running with boo and nails prbably
A drug dealer or a thug nigga, with a couple rocks in his left shoe
Chopping up rocks till he get through, but he trying to get a knot to impress you
Tell me what the hell is his purpose, putting diamonds all on her fist
The reason you doing dirt kiss, money could buy that guy he's worthless
Game tighter than her skirt is, as she leaves him in pieces
Till she eases her cleavage out, and sees it's his weakness
Think, your body's tight the mood is right and if it seems
That you're not in love with my money, more than me
I'll be the king on the throne, you can be my queen
Baby let's get it on, come be on my dream team
(*humming*)
[Chamillionaire]
See I'm telling you fellas, she more gangsta than you'll ever be
She get cheddar can get a G, without cocking the desert E'
Never shot been on lock a lot, but it wasn't for felonies
Man fussing and handcuffing, he doesn't wanna let her free
Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, even my Black queens
Not all of them are after do', though
Eighty percent of them, are only after that green
She wanna slam candy do's, and ride 4's
But, no-no-no-no
Baby I don't think so, I don't think sooo
She wanna slam, candy do's
Tell her I don't think so, I don't think sooo
(feat. Trey Songz)
Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo'nin
This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us
The foundation, knahmtalkinbout?
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already)
Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already)
Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already)
VA to H-Town yeah you already know
Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already)
Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy (already)
The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already)
Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know
[Paul Wall]
I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand
It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that's my land
Who's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me
I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee
And I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straight
No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't wait
I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lens
So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens
Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get chose
Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know
Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank up, where's the fo'
Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch'n paint
Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bank
I don't know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin
I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin
Gettin money that's all I know, on my toes never off my note
Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro
I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop
And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop
I'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or nuttin no turnin back
I'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacks
I'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it takes, crackerjack
In love with my money and that's a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin
Trunk is popped up, screens fallin from the sky
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game..
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't complain or whine
I just get on my grind, puttin in work overtime
I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind
Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind
I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches
It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches
Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a loss
And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost
I peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chess
I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that's my quest
I'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it fresh
I'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still ridin dirty pimpin
[Chorus]
[Outro]
On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl
Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank ya for ya purchase
Keep holdin the South down, because, we are
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(my life) my life (my life)
In my life, a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose you hoes you out this bitch
And I ride, with the nine I won't fall or slip
If I die, they still will not get off my dick
But I try, to survive like Destiny's Child
And I smile, cause they been trying to test me a while
But I cry, cause not all my partnas alive
But I smile, cause I know all my partnas with God
In my life, a lot of haters baller blocking my shine
I stay calm, even though I ought to drop em a nine
In my life, I make cash using hoes
And my Sprite, is purple so I'm moving slow
On my side, my dogs moving rocks and hay
And I slide, by how I'm chopping blades
When I drive, I got a big cup of syrup
When I glide, I ride with a couple birds
In my life, I feel like I stand alone
But you still wouldn't leave, out of San Anton'
When I die, don't cry get high for me
So you can feel, like you flying in the sky with me
In my life, I went from a straw hat to a crown
I been through a few up's, and a whole lot of downs
I take the good with the bad, however the ball bounce
And lately, I've been walking on dangerous ground
It feels like my own partnas, don't want me around
Cause everybody in my crew, be trying to argue me down
They telling me I changed, and I'm not the same
But for the past three years, I've been saying the same thang
I've done a lot of dirt, but I don't brag about it
And since I don't rap about it, you don't know jack about it
People see me being friendly, and they think they know me
But just cause I shake your hand, don't mean you my homie
I got a personality complex, man I'm so complex
But if you come with plex, this ain't fun plex
I'm walking straight, but my mind's in a maze
The only thing that I'm afraid of, is being afraid
I done stared death in the face, I ain't budge one inch
He here beating up myself, and I still don't flinch
Somebody pinch me, I hope I'm dreaming
I'm searching inside my heart, trying to find the meaning of my life
Y'all don't know shit, about my life
It ain't all about the hoes, gold and ice
I go from down to up, up to down
In a blink of an eye, smiles turn to frowns
Kings get crowned, the rich get rich
Where everybody live, screaming life is a bitch
I ball in the mix, and keep to myself
I don't just wanna be, another book on the shelf
A lot of y'all fakers, faking the game
I'm one of the real niggaz, that's bringing the pain
I've seen hard times, so I spit hard rhymes
I've been around, different people of all kinds
And to this day, I got a few riddle friends
Too many of y'all, that's so fake and pretend
To be what you not, that's why you get got
Don't fuck with my life, that's all that I got
My life-my life-my life-my life, is all I got
Fuck with my life-my life-my life-my life, and you will get dropped
Y'all don't know shit, about my life
Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
Everytime I come round the corner
I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust
But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus
It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my purple people eater once, the next day
I bought a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch
When I flip in my slab
I'm fin to beat they back off, like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
Blue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
But if one of these haters, wanna jack me
Slugs gon be flying, out the glock
I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South
Grilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right past em
Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
But not today, cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his game
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me mayn
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost
Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming round the corner
These haters are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better think before they reach out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch
I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it mayn
With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain
Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the legend is true
You better stay up on your toes, when you ride 22's
I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back
Cause on my block, them jackers don't give a damn if I rap
People see me being friendly, and they think that I'm soft
But the truth is, my best friend is a sawed off
These haters in my mix, got me losing composure
"They don't know what that scar about, they don't know what that war about"
"They don't know what that candy car about or smokin that joint about"
"Texas is the home of the players and pimps"
"Showin naked {ass} in the great state of Texas"
"Third coast born, that mean we're Texas raised"
"Texas mother{fucker} that's where I stay" (already)
What you know about swangers and vogues (what)
What you know about purple drank (what)
What you know about poppin trunk (what)
With neon lights and candy paint
What you know about white shirts (you don't know)
Starched down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth (what)
Big ol' chains with a iced out piece (bing!)
You don't know about Michael Watts (nuttin)
You don't know about DJ Screw (nuttin)
What you know about - MAN, hold up!
I done came down and what it do? (already)
You don't know about P.A.T. (uhh)
What you know about FREE PIMP C
What you know about the Swishahouse man (what)
What you know bout the S.U.C. (nuttin)
We keep it player, ain't no fake
We be holdin plex whenever haters hate (okay)
We listen to music Screwed and Chopped
Down here in this Lonestar state
Out of towner's be comin around
Runnin they mouth be talkin down
But you don't know nuttin 'bout my town
Either hold it down or move around
They don't know what that cheese about
They don't know what 83's about
They don't know but that's how it be's about
or pour PT's up out
They don't know about sippin or
they don't know about slabs that crawl
They don't know about gettin amped
off three monsters wrapped in that four
They don't about about RBJ's
They don't know about Gulfway Drive
They don't know about Louis Manor
or Carver Terrace, them boys gon' lie
They don't know about bumper grill
They don't know about button it down
They don't know about H-Town
Takin over the rap game and shuttin it down
Bun B baby I rep the trill
All about makin a dollar bill
Grip the grain, drip the stain
Dancin Swisha let's throw some kill
I'ma keep it real mayne show my skill
Pop my trunk and show my fangs
Leave you numb like Novocaine
'Til they free Pimp C, you know it mayne
Hold on, hold up a second cuz'
Boys comin down blue or red (mayne)
Down here pimpin ain't dead (ha)
Grindin daily to stack my bread
I from the place where girls jump fly (what)
Nowadays the broads pimp broads (yup)
They got mo' game then most these guys
You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed (gone)
You don't know about chunkin a deuce (nuttin)
You don't know 'bout a Southside fade (nuttin)
Down here we be ridin D's
But you don't know about choppin blades (what)
Texas Southern or Prairie View (what)
What you know about Battle of the Bands (nuttin)
Down here we got ghetto grub
Like Williams Chicken or Timmy Chan's
You can catch me ridin swang
What you know about sippin syrup (nuttin)
You don't know about po'n it up
Purple drank so speech is slurred (what)
You don't know about the way we talk
Boys say we got country words (ha?)
But I don't really care what you heard (okay)
I'm a hustler, ladies man of course a playa
My behavior, is somewhat similar to the majors
Cause I be running game, everything that I say
To a girl, is all derived from my immaculate nature
When I pronunciate, my articulate game
It appears that I've obtained, more game than I claim
All I ask is for her name, and she ain't never the same
Am I just that cold, or are these other cats lame
My conversation, is top of the line
I'm spitting lyrics, to every last bopper that's fine
It's like I'm rapping to the chick, she wanna stop and rewind
And analyze my wordplay, while I'm dropping a dime
Is it they pheromone, that's attracting my style
Or my luminance exuberant, expensive smile
Either way I'm warmed up, and running game for miles
I keep em on file, I holla in a little while
Why you peeping me, do you like what you see
I bet you never, met a playa like me
You staring at me, wondering just who I be
I'm sure you'd like to know, why a playa like me so thoed
I'm coming at you with game so cold, you just got chose
If you wanna roll, then let's go
Look here, I'ma be real with you
Lil' mama's all up in my picture, want me to stick her with my dill pickle
My supreme, you need physique and superb
My play on words, got em feeding me ordurves
I'm making honey dips, lose they composure
They begging me to come over, so they can get closer
They want closure, from drinking they self sober
Hoping that if they bend over, they'll get bit by my cobra oh
Girls is firing, to get rear ended
By my extended cab, my sweet talk is splendid
I come with game sharper, than Gillette Mach 3
One of a kind conversation, you can't out talk me
They want position is this competition, they on a mission
Wishing that they was kissing, on my composition
They got ambition, they dream to manage my extension
But this convention, into intermission
On the real I got a mouthpiece, that'll have em
Dismantling they robe, and laying naked on my couch seats
It don't take much, everytime my mouse speaks
I notice that the region, around they crouch leaks
I graduated, from the MUSHU Academy
Is that the reason, why these girls boyfriends mad at me
Too much of my sugar, might give em a cavity
And oh no we can't have that, now can we
My premeditated, propaganda
Got em in they birthday suit, like a peeping Tom's dancer
Yeah they sexy, and I know that I'm handsome
But don't ask the question, if you don't want the answer
That means don't ask, if I remember your name
I probably don't, but I bet I might remember your brain
Straight up, I'ma tell it to you simple and plain
I'm on the grind, trying to make paper stack up
And if I slip and fall, then I get back up
A two piece, any hater that wanna act up
And if boxing don't work, a glock got my back up pimping
Talking down, is a thing of the past
Instead of tripping off of me, you should be getting your cash
I got a lot of paparazzi, trying to see through my glass
Well peep game I'm bout to teach class, listen to me
I'm a hustler, with only one thing on my mind
And that's getting all that's mine, while I'm in my prime
Whether it's legal or a crime, the police still blind
Cause I'm quiet and hush-hush, like a mime
I'm gon shine, but not till the appropriate time
So I nickel and dime, every lick I find
If I fall in a bind, my inventory still fine
I never let a slump, influence the way I grind baby
All day and every night, I think about one thang
Stacking my change, and that ain't never gon change
I got plans for running game, until the money is drained
Putting rocks in my ring, and ride a drop on swangs
Steady hustling on the grind, out here doing my thang
I'm just trying to maintain, how many licks I could stang
But these boys who talking loud, they ain't got nothing to say
But I ain't worried, I'm just trying to get paid
I'm on the grind, I hustle everyday all day
I'm trying to shine, with muscle and show off parque
I lost time in the struggle, so I grind always
Cause on my mind, I'm making up for lost pay
I'm using my past for inspiration, when I was broke
I had dreams and aspirations, influenced by hope
I get up get out and get it, while I can cause I might get jammed
Life don't always go, the way that you plan
Instead of ducking the undercovers, or snoring undercovers
I'm climbing out the underground, increasing my numbers
24/7 I grind, ain't no time for sleep
Cause if you snooze you lose, and if you sleep you won't eat pimping
I go and get it, being broke I ain't with it
A different hustle every minute, if I said it I did it
I can't let no critic, influence my mash for paper
I grind major I'ma shine later, holla playa
I'm on the grind, I worked for everything that I got
I go and get it while it's hot, I'm on the block nonstop
Cause I remember, when I didn't have didly squat
And I'm not, trying to make a U-turn from the top pimping
It ain't no time, for relationships
Cause 99 percent of dips, will try to take your chips
Ain't no slipping in my pimping, or slacking on my macking
These boys lazy Cadillac'ing, while I'm greenback stacking
Cause, while they in they bed catching they Z's
I'm in the streets, trying to catch me some G's
I gotta go and get all that I'm worth, cause being broke hurt
And I ain't got time for shooting the breeze, check me out
I hustle like a fiend, cause I'm addicted to cash
I can't let my window, of oppritunity pass
It really ain't no telling, how long my money gon last
[sounds of a keyboard clicking]
Okay, on this computer, gon' see what it do
"Paul, you've got maaaaail"
Let's see what new e-mails I've got
[sample in background:] "I-I-I've got the internet goin nuts"
Hit me on this e-mail, I'ma hit 'em back, see what it do
What they talkin 'bout
Well I got me a couple pictures on this e-mail too
We gon' see what they talkin 'bout mayne, okay
[Paul Wall]
I'm comin straight up outta that chatroom, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin online when I'm bored
Oh my Lord, BlackPlanet got all the {hoes} and all the freaks
I'll get your page and send a note, then hit me back when it's time to creep
I'm tryin to reach this girl Monique, her screen name is ChynaDoll
She's light brown with big thighs, and standin five foot seven tall
If she don't call me it's okay, I'll hit up SexyEyez02
Sophomore at TSU, and she run track, that's what it do
I'll send a note to my girl Crystal, she ShootiNStarr99
She uploaded some sexy pictures and oh my God that girl is fine
Wine and dine, but not this time, I pimp the keyboard, I'm online
Talkin fly in the chatroom, my conversation is goin down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers later on tonight
I'm sendin all my girls a kite, I'm tryin to find some internet hype
Just hit me up on my Sidekick, I'm signin off and I'm switchin the site
[Chorus]
"I've got the internet goin nuts" "I-I-I've got the internet goin nuts" [3X]
"P-P-Paul Wall baby, what'chu know 'bout me"
"I'm on that five nine South Lee baby, holla at me"
[Paul Wall]
Okay I signed on to this DallasPeeps, on the hunt for a couple freaks
I'm logged on and I'm ready to chat, where you at let's meet and great
These sexy {hoes} at U and T, I'm sendin e-notes talkin fly
If you lookin for late night love, holla at me girl I'm your guy
I met a girl on CollegeClub, her screen name was Jazzy Brown
She told me when I come to her town, to hit her up and it's goin down
She e-mailed me this old picture before she had her baby boy
I was ready to pay her a visit, she used to look like Ke-Toi
But, one too many Almond Joys, I went and seen this girl in person
But when that big {bitch} opened the door I damn near started cryin and cursin
(Damn) Just too many neck bites and, not enough roadrunner
But big girls need love too, so I beat it up like Royal Rumble
Sheeeit, lil' momma looked like a whale she broke the scale
I told her baby I gotta bail, I won't tell if you won't tell
What the hell, the first minute I got in range of the nearest Dell
I changed my screenname and my number, this internet pimpin still prevails
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
So I log on to the Facebook, I'm tryin to find me a good look
I'm lookin for a lil' one night love, I throw the bait and they bite the hook
I holla at that boy Goo, my potnah puttin me up on game
He let me know which girls are freaks and e-mailed me they screennames
I hit 'em up like it ain't no thang, how you do and it's nice to meet'cha
Late night a few e-mails later I'm knockin senorita out her sneakers
Check me out on my own website, DJPaulWall.com
Hit me up on that home board and we can chat baby all night long
What's the scoop you goin to school? Maybe pimpin that 9 to 5?
Download my computer love, and get a taste of my hard drive
I'm on the search for cybersluts, lookin at pics on in the mix
Tryin to find a computer check with a webcam that'll make a flick
Hit me up on that AOL, Instant Messenger what it do
My DSL is fast as lightning on the hunt for this mooshu
You got some potnahs that's just like you? Call your crew and I'll call mine too
Just take a look at my hit count, this internet pimpin thang ain't new
[Chorus]
50-50 Mill twin...Lew Hawk.. Chamillionaire, Paul wall the color changin click, Paid in full records, check ya sound scans we the waterboys
[Hook]
Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true. Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.
Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true(i'm soo truue) . Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw them waterboys we so true to you.
[50-50 Mill Twin]
Come the h-town plexion you leave with a bloody mouth,
thats all we do is dirt in the dirrty muggy muddy south. If the cd in your deck aint screwed, ehect and cut it off i ask em is that that laid back slow and sluggish talk. before show time no rubbin wood, i go and rub the boss..rims so big when i park the top of the truck above the house. you jammed up and do no time we all above the law, oh yeah them boys fly south we boys haul a bunch a raw..
[Chamillionaire]
Mayne forget they talkin bout its true our stacks stand tall. in houston we get more buck bucks then a reggae dance hall. I'm free valet, everday cant say i aint got no damn pull, i pull up with the top droppin like errr-err-err-pouhh.. ladies dont ride wit me i dont blow the AC, cause my next chili like the third member of TLC. Put me in a old folks home if you talkin bout gettin some bucks cause my wallet got senoir citizens in it, 50's and up. Its Koopa.
[Hook]
Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true. Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.
Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true(i'm soo truue) . Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw them waterboys we so true to you.
[Lew Hawk]
forget what these boys are talkkin bout we players not no squares. there's more lights in my mouth than the lights in times square. i swear these boys be knowin we drippin candy off the dropper cause our paint changin colors like the hair on Cindy Lauper. Forget what these boys is talkin bout im true on 22. my neck wrist and mouth stay below 22...degrees please cheese no cash is what im bout, no need for social securtiy check my safe deposit box wooow.
[Paul Wall]
forget what they talkin bout spreewells rotate fast. my mental navigation system set on locate cash..i got to keep my pockets fatter than andre the giant my rims pokin out like wings but my car aint flyin..look forget what they talkin bout the waterboys be true, my billphone is thick and chunky kinda like beef stew. they askin if its stuff to wear what i got on each shoe cause im ridin on the type of glass that aint see through...baby
[Hook]
Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true. Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.
Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true(i'm soo truue) . Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw them waterboys we so true to you.
[50-50 Mill Twin]
Boys be perpetratin purple, they gotta stop actin, more cars in my garage than 5 o-clock traffic. In houston i keep an iron in case i gotta stop static, like shoes tied together you trippin i gotta pop at it.
[Chamillionaire]
Ey they say where it if the shoe fits so i found out 22's did. Without it the games empty like the space in Lews tooth is. Big rocks and a wrist watchin, the FPD's watchin, and if gettin money's illegal, ey i think imma need Cockren.
[Paul Wall]
all my mind in all time who thinkin money over music. smell ya grind time so these bustas cant do ya. its the waterboy bafoons go and lock the game. if its a hall of fame gone stuntin, go on and hang our name up woooww.
[Lew Hawk]
21 years in the game i spit 21 payin dues my wallet fatter now than a 5 year old tyin shoes. My slappin beat up on the block i left the concret dues. You better check the billboards for the latest waterboys news....
[Hook}
Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true. Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.
(Intro)
Take a look at me.
Take a look at me now.
Take a look.
(Verse 1)
Once upon a time, not too long ago
Down in the great state of Texas where we live life slow
I was born amongst poverty, I had no dough
Motivated by a dream with some hustle and flow
My paper was never long but my ambition was strong
Followin Gods path, I could never go wrong
I took a road less traveled and I got a few scrapes
But the journey was all worth it just to get that cake
Mama told me I would make it, some fools just laughed
But I remembered how The Bible say "The first shall be last."
And even thought all the teams skipped over me in the draft
I ignored all the haters and perfected my craft
Times change, and nowadays to me it seem funny
The same people hatin, callin me up to borrow money
But i hold no grudge, I just forgave and forgot
I guess thats the reason I made it to the top
Take a look at me now...
(Hook)
Haters said that I would never get this paper
But Ima see my money regardless
Got the soul of a hustla
When it comes to gettin my bread...
...Im heartless
Take a look at me now
Take a look at me now
Take a look at me now
Take a look at me now
Take a look at me now
[Chorus 2X: Female voice] (Paul Wall) + [Lil' Flip]
I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of you
I'm so confused
Tell me what should I do
(I got cars to bring) bring
(money to take) take
(charges to make) make
[I just gotta get paid]
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Your freinds say "I think he just wanna hit"
I'm from the streets I think I really wanna brick
I ain't gotta trick (why?)
Cuz that's my nature (nature)
If you got you a bad ho I ain't gon' hate cha (I luv ya)
I'm bout my paper (paper)
I'ma holla later (HOLLA!!!)
Cuz when I pull up we in stretch navigators (ooohhh wwweee!!)
The women runnin to the bar saying "buy me a drink" (ok)
Hoes runnin to my car saying "buy me a mink" (hell naw)
That's how it go when you ain't used to the finer thangs (finer thangs)
What's next you want me to buy your ass some diamond rings (diamond rings)
You want a wedding band (wedding band)
I'm still a bacholor (bacholor)
So if you got a bad broad i'll snatch heer
I'm never tricking my dough (dough)
I'm never lickin 'em low (low)
I'm quick to let them know (know)
That I'm gon' let them go (go)
If they ain't got no dough (dough)
You gotta have somethin (have somethin)
You go to the mall make sure you grab somethin (grab somethin)
You gotta shop for me (me)
I can't shop for you (you)
I'm on my grind everyday I can't stop for you (you)
you you you you you you...but you know what..I'm still thinking of you
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
Like Yogi bear you my boo
I'm so hooked on you
All you gotta do is call and I'm comin through
Late night creepin' girl you know my style
Tree in guts in the front you know my smile
We used to go to school together but we didn't used to kick it
Now we grew up I finally got them bitches
We going on a date it ain't no walking in the park
We can go and get a room because I got some weed to spark
I'll tell you about me you tell me about you
And if you play it right I might start calling you boo
Just cook for a nigga, right a hook for a nigga
And if I say the law is coming then look for a nigga
So don't listen to your friends
Cuz they see me in the Benz on 20 inch Lorenz
And they wanna get in
They just wanna take your man
Cuz I got ice on my band
But I'm sick of the bullshit
I ain't playin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Now you got an attitude cuz I'm never at home
Now I wonder why you never anwser your phone
I put money down now I'm bout to cancel that home
Cuz when I'm outta town you just wanna roam
You dancin at clubs, dancin' with thugs
You need to be out tryin' to find your man some dubs
For the big ol' Lexus
That I put in your name
When you came to me
You didn't have no game
But I taught you the game
I showed you the hustle
I showed you the streets
I showed you my muscle
We been through the struggle
The money went double
And once you put it in the pot
The coke will bubble
If you get us in trouble
I got your back
Whether you right or wrong
I'ma leave it at that
Your my perfect match
I love your hips
I like your skin tone, I like your lips
Whoo..
Mike Jones...Paul Wall
What you know bout livin' lavish
what you know bout reebok classics
Down south is where I stay
we sit drank and rock RBK
[Mike Jones]
I hit the block and I'm lookin' lavish
white t-shirt, pants baggin'
wit a fresh pair of reebok classics
on the grind tryin' get cash
Down south is where I stay
we sit drank and rock RBK
I hit the cabinet everday for a fresh pair
cuz I don't play
[Paul Wall]
its Paul Wall and Mike Jones
we street legends and mic breakers
its fancy footwork on my toes
I hit the club wit my reebok classics
its gotta be reebok on my shoe
their all white and they brand new
when the swishahouse and down south
we wear reeboks I thought you knew
What you know bout livin' lavish
what you know bout reebok classics
Down south is where I stay
we sit drank and rock RBK
Big City Terrorizer, say it, say it now.
Hello World, Sup everybody, I'm speaking to all the ppl out there.
There comes a time to where, you have to know, who you are,
(Dipset, Skoal game)
And what you are, to overcome things
Oh and by the way, My name is KL....C
The drum ma__ ya heard me?
but this not about me, This is about the PPl's Champ
From Houston Texas, My Partner, Paul Wall,
Tell em who you are!
[Chorus]
I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm gettin money stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm gettin money stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm grindin like a rotor, and I'm postin like a sticky note
Stackin up that paper, pockets fatter than a dukie rope,
boyz lookin sick, But that docta got that antidote,
hatin cuz they broke suckas, fake as a 30 spoke.
I'm watchin the stock quotes, I'm real as a pac __,
But these clowns be actin funny, like a knock knock joke,
They cramp on my style, cuz I got money and power,
My paper long as the nile, so how them hatas like me now?
Them bustas on the prow so I'm ten tokes down,
I'm puttin all yall to sleep so put on your night gown,
Some tatoos and a ice grill dont make you real,
These cats be actin frauder than a 4 dollar bill.
[Chorus]
I'm a gun holdin, blunt smokin, paper chasin, ladie banger,
fly boy somethin like a aviator,ha yeah,
I'm you girls super hero, her caped crusader,
So go head and hate me cuz I hate a hater.
it take money to make money I said,
So you gotta have dough to make bread where I'm From,
I aint chew get it, I stay true with it,
Barbed wire flow, dont get tangled in it,
Real nigga yes, all about the hustle,
till I get that call from god sayin,"I want you"
I been trough it, I past struggle, thats right,
Every day I in the street trying to complete a mad puzzle
white coupe, pedal mashed down,
Seats soft like I sat on hash brownies,
I get money, dont ask me, ask 'round,
Big money like I work downtown.
[Chorus]
I'm one hundred, but them other boys frontin,
They just sideline commentating, we call it dumb fuckin,
They sweet as apple pie, as they spreadin them lies,
They smile up in your face but so quick to jump F__
You swear they so cool, but they turn like doorknobs,
They say they hardcore, but they friendlier than spongebob,
Im tryin to stay afloat, stayin up on my note,
So that Highness is what I tote, affordin the overcoat.
I roll with a platoon that'll put you in your tomb,
and then mark up your body like Mr. Cartoon,
Its real in these streets when you chasin that guap,
Cuz that hatin around the clock, will it ever stop,
Probobly not.
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
In the motherfucking building nigga
Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down
New South Movement, mo'fucker
New South Movement, South Lee Southwest Click
That's what that is pimp
Now loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50 Cal. click bang, I'm gangsta walking with that trick aim
My nuts hang, like D-boys on the corner
And I could send a bitch nigga, a Bengal like Ty Warner
I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel
On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks
And turn your projects, into Ft. Knox
It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks
Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for your pies and pine
I'm riding off in the sunset, the horizon's mine
Everybody dies in time, but how will you pass
In a million dollar mansion, or dead broke on your ass
Think fast, cause your number is coming up
And ain't no second chances, when the killers is running up
I step into the club, in a fresh white T
Looking for a one night wife, to delight me
A lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like Ice-T
When in actuality, they sweeter than ice tea
Get your weight up homie, only the strong survive
Get off the bus and pay your dues, you don't belong on this ride
I'm a full time playa, all about my hustle
Demonstrating my muscle, if I get in a tussle
If you got plex, I suggest you keep it hush-hush
Cause boys wet up on that water, and you might get bust
I got to stay up on my note, so my game is sharper
I can't be wiped out, I'm like a permanent marker
Boys mean mugging in the club, repping they hood
It's understood but cross that line, homie it ain't good
It's survival of the fittest, I'm the last one breathing
While you in your bed sleeping, I'm still out here creeping
Take your ass to church nigga, if you wanna learn better
Join Mase and Bethle-fuck him, I'm trying to get cheddar
My stack will clearly show, my talent for moving blow
And it's gangsta music, so fuck the status quote
Grown men talking, who let the children in
Get the nine to spit it in, leave him smelling like chit-lens
I ain't playing I ain't joking, I'm rolling loaded and open
It's best you not provoking, this man when he pistol toting
The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha
When the bullet hit you nigga, it rip and tear tissue
Bullet bang, turn brains into baby batter
Turn great matter, into antimatter
Fuck your chitter-chatter, who's good better best badder
Let the shotgun splitter splatter, who it hit child or bitch
It don't matter, niggaz just handling bis'
Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is
Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub
Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
By these Texas thugs, who really don't show no love
That's what it is nigga, handle your bis nigga
This ain't your year nigga, I'll split your wig nigga
Take a sqwig nigga, this is the new South
We coming hola, so what you talking bout
You niggaz still learning, we got they heads turning
We got the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
Yuh, boys plexin
When somebody, holdin plex
We gon' let 'em know what it do though
Knahmtalkinbout? Yuh
I'm stompin down on my Reebok white, rearview mirror jackers in sight
Not to worry I fear no bite, I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight
Got plex I got the pump, got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump, what it do, that's what's up
Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wet
But not to fear I'm totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American Express
I never leave home without the heater, I'm strapped up like a straightjacket
I'm certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics
Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccup
Bend the corner bitch move around, I'll know ya head right by ya edge-up
Seen ya straight to {?}, emergency room, ICU
And have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tube
Why these suckers eyein me, you don't wanna be tryin me
Keep on lookin at me strange, I'ma have you seein siamese
Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play
Keep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you lay
I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-ly
Sayin you gon' hold me, you gon' have to show me
Draped in all black so I can stay low key
So when they ask who done it won't nobody know me
The whole fuckin H-Town, that's my hood
I'ma put in they face so they can get it understood
Mister master Archie Lee but you can call me Hollyhood
I could cap on down, but I'ma keep it hood
Check it out - fuckin rappin 'bout it, be about it
Got plex with the Mister, bitch come see me about it (yeah)
Real gangsters don't talk about what they gon' do ya
They just cock the hammer back and let them slugs fly through ya
If it's plex that ya holdin the gat attached I expose it
And explode the flesh off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shoulders
Homey who's takin over with soldiers, they can't control us
They ain't understandin my motives, hold up pop the trunk and show us
Artillery digger make you say shiver me timbers
I'm off of the chain especially off Hennessy liquor
It's Coot-banger, number one suspect for danger
You niggaz can be decoded but the tec'll make you famous
I'm out there SwishaHouse with Archie and Paul
Got plex, then it's a mess you'll be too wet for a towel
You'll be the color I'm reppin, that's what's poppin
Drive slow homey... drive slow homey...
You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
My homie Marley used to stay, Sunny 9th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand, keys in his hand
Reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked the leases, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How he get the cash the day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lakeshore girls, go all crazy
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty
Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby
See back back then then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
They had they Lakers and our Royals, we was hurtin 'em all
With the girls a lot of flirtin involved, but dawg
Fuck all that flirtin, I'm tryin to get in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes homey
He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homey
Drive slow homey... (drive slow)
You never know homey, about these hoes homey
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
What it do; I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin
Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'llac
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
You see them fo's crawlin, you see them screens fallin
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin
I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar
I'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw
I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do
Drive slow homey... turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
Drive slow homey... if you ridin around the city with nowhere to go
Drive slow homey... live today cause tomorrow man, you never know...
You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
I got mo' TV's in here than where I live
And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious
I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
I got the baller genetics baby this evidence
You see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced
That you should go on and kiss it, "Just a Lil' Bit" (just a lil' bit)
I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings
They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homey drive slow
Drive slow homey... drive slow homey...
You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
(featuring Yung Ro)
[Intro]
Exit the realest road, on the highway
It's my block homie, now you headed my way
Ignore her, like nice cars in the driveway
Walk inside, and let your troubles fly away
Hmmm-hmmm-hmm, I feel your pain
I feel your pain, it's the house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain, aaaaaaaaaah
[Chamillionaire]
Walking that hallway where mom say, she get treated the wrong way
And all day, dude just argue about it all day
And all they, never handle it in a calm way
She throws stuff at him, while he tries to hop out of harm's way
And y'all say, that it ain't no place like home
Which is true, cause home is really like no place I've known
They can't see the light is dark, even with the light bulbs on
But even when the good times day, life goes on
Yeah look in the bathroom, look at this girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life cause she knows it sucks
Cause her father's, not around to see her growing up
Her birthday's tomorrow, we know that bastard ain't showing up
Look at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like the prescription
He's broke and he blame mama, cause she can't fix him
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the family became victims
But don't piss him off, cause you know that he's violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till she's silent
911, can somebody please dial it
Lord please, could you help me put a end to this riot
[Hook]
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmmm-hmm, I feel your pain
I feel your pain-I feel your pain, welcome to the house of pain
[Yung Ro]
Open the door to my home, and you'll see nobody man
And a sign that says, Welcome to Nobody Land
Now if you take a look around, you will see it's so easy
To notice the pain, and my mother's heart bleeding
Trying to make ends meet, ain't no father to help
But besides the bills she needs some love herself
Now she's screaming her son's name, Lil' Ro come home
Thirty minutes passed, she realized Yung Ro gone
He can't deal with the stress, embedded in his brain
So he takes it physically, but tell me who's to blame
Was it the dope or mama fussing, know his daddy was gone
A bad day, or was it just life alone
He's so stressed on the edge, and his palms are flinching
Now the police trying to warn him, bout consequences
But only God can judge me, so nigga fuck your jail
Cause when I'm dead, my niggas can't bond me out of hell
(*talking*)
Dear Lord, the house of pain is yours
Sometimes I cried, I complained
Cause it hurt so much, I was confused
But then I realized, when I needed you the most
Is when I'm crying, I'm hurt
Or when I'm struggling, thank you
[Bridge]
When I'm struggling, baby
And I really don't know, what else to do
I just need a little faith, I need praying
Can't call on no one's help, but you
I know the Lord, gon feel my pain
And I trust that, you gon help me through
Cause I know, you feel my pain
Feel my paa-aaaain
[Chamillionaire]
Come inside his brother's in jail, he copes putting drugs in himself
And his mother is well, she's not being a mother cause hell
There's no dinner on the table, he does it himself
With the drugs that he sells, his old man does he need help
Naw-uh look in the living room, there's no surviving
TV images of him, and Osama Bin Loden
They feeding me them images, but I'm really not buying
What them guys in the office saying, quit with the lying
Never ask for the drama, just mash for a dolla
Trying to get a dolla, to buy pampers for his daughter
But then he gotta hear his mama, and baby mama holla
Just cause he ain't got a lot of money, he got nada
Never asked for the drama, just asked for a cama
After the line of zeros, and after the time of
Of patience started buzzing, he blasted your honor
[Chorus: Chamillion]
When we come through in Caddies on swangaz and vogues
I would tell the outcome you already "no dough"
I'm the reason these boys hand cuffing these hoes
You know she's about to getcha hoes
You know the routine when a true player come through
She's leaving with me although she came here with you
I'm sorry to tell you but I got really bad news
Game Over you lose
Peep game, broads be knowing about my sweet thang
They want to see how my meat hang
When I pull up to the club I'm on the G Bone thangs
While these other boys broke like a cheap chain, you weak man
Afraid that I might take your chick
Conceited, cocky, or confident you take your pick
Your game is lame, it got outdated quick
But as soon as this girl see my face they can't wait to strip
Adulterous relationship, something you never should doubt
You trusted in your gal, but something has been ruined about
Because while you at your crib looking cool on your couch
Your girl iron me, drool in her mouth, a Chick Magnet
A heart throb, I'm smooth, smart, and soave
A macking artist, check for the mark on your broad
With you, there ain't no benefits like a Wal-Mart job
It ain't no competition boy, I'm a shock to these frauds
This is ghetto reality in Texas..
You see I am what I am, and it is what it is
You'd feel how I feel, if you been where I been
Live what I live, see what I see
So get out my ear, and just let me be
I'm a survivor of the struggle, I lived life hard
Single mama with half a job, I was raised by God
No dad, the only role model I had
Was a ounce of that white powder, in a Ziplock bag
I don't brag about the struggles, I endured as a child
You don't know the pain I went through, to create this smile
I got one life to live, know I'm tal'n bout
So I enjoy it, cause I earned everything that I got
They hate what I got, I hear em with they cape talk
They thinking that my life, was a cake walk
I'm a man of principles, I live by my word
So it's obsurred, when I hear sour words
They gon get what they deserve, but I don't wish no harm
What goes around comes around, so partna you been warned
In the midst of all the trouble, I still remain calm
Cause sunny days, will follow the storm man, just let me be
Somebody questioned, if I got the right to recite what I spit
Cause I've never been indicted, or divided a brick
But my life is grit, all types of crisis and shit
I decided to risk it all, to try to slide in the mix
And get what I can get, see I'm fighting negative bars
I knew it wouldn't be easy, but no one said it be hard
As it is, I mean the evil in the heart of these men
Got me wondering, if I'll ever see the reward
At the end of the road, it's kind of hard to remember your goals
When you grow where, not many live to get old
I played the cards that I was given, and never listen to those
Who think different, cause they inner soul is bitter and cold
I seen death, and folk get destroyed by do'
Nevertheless I'm blessed, so your boy got hope
I show love, to get it is a beautiful feeling
If you hate me, then blow a dick cause it's a mutual feeling
All outsiders looking in, think they know where I been
Trying to be my friend, cause of the position I'm in
They know Slim Thug a hustler, that's destined to win
So I guess they figured, they can hold my cotail in
But I ain't the type to play that roll, and sell a nigga gold
Pretend it's all cool, when I know you a hoe
Cause you'll do it again, if you done it befo'
It's just a matter of time, 'fore you do it some mo'
I done witnessed all type, of snake niggaz and hoes
From my family to my friends, to these bitches I know
It'll surprise you, how much a lil' change bring change
You get a couple dollas, and people ain't the same
They quick to holla at you capping now, since you rapping now
See them the type of folks, you need to be packing round
Cause first time to miss em, when you passing a blunt
[Paul Wall - Talking]
Paul Wall, the Chick Magnet's in stores baby
It's the People's Champ, The Future's comin' soon
Pimp Squad Clique, Grand Hustle where ya at
It's Paul Wall
I'm 23 and I'm on top of my game
I'm in a CaddiLincoln on swang with a fist-full of grain
5900 South Lee, boys hustlin' stain
Weed, water, ex, crack, oil and cocaine
Wrist-wear, ear-muffs and a iced out chain
Ain't nothin' changed, I'm just gettin' this change
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm iced out, mouth and neck
Princess cuts in baguettes
The figures in my check
puttin' competition in check
These boys try to race me
but they too far behind
While they worried about playin' catch-up
I'm at the finish-line on my grind
I chose to be a playa
you chose to be hater
That's the reason you stuck at home
And I'm on the road gettin' paper
Stackin' cash and gettin' dough
T-Farris be bookin' shows
Money, hoes, and fancy cars
that's the playa life that I know
From MLK to McCalver Rd
I'm takin' every dollar that's sold
Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
Just believe, something real freaky's going down
Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign
Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you
If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too
And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two
I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you
Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man
Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan
And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends
The sex will never end, that way everybody wins
Their dorms their college, their brains share knowledge
I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon hear about it
And if your boo try to search you, in any clue get spotted
I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it
Naw we don't sip Hypnotic, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts
So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally
Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me
Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser
Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper
Watching a man while he chase her,
trying to figuer out whether she faithful
But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker
He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead
To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed
Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong
She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa
See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G
Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me
A hoe see the ice and she start tripping, like your broad can't skeet
Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T
If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me
Can't stand a booshie hoe, a booshie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me
Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me
They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve
Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah
Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah
If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time
Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind
You steady trying to be like them,
Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin
Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah
Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed
I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it
Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild
Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel
To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers
Screaming obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper
Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her
Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper
What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a
Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of,
some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah
I got some Henn got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time
To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design
Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline
Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign
There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind
Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own
She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind
Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh
Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh
Your man use to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up
She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up
I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt
There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit
Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished
Yes she's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis
Running after balls, dodging all your calls
You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him
So here's what you do, call 832-567
You remember the rest, just ask for Devin
Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon
Leaving nutty rubbers, all over the room
Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels
Some extra panties if you will, we can chill
I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand
Yessir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Maf-i-UHH!
It's goin down
Eighty-fo's (eighty-fo's) candy paint (candy paint)
Switchin lanes (switchin lanes) sippin drank (sippin drank)
It's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me, these hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout
Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth
Do's open, do's close, where's the camera I'll strike a pose
I'm still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's
The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip
That purple drank is what I sip, in my cell phone keep a chip
I'm talkin bid'ness I put it down, I'm choppin blades and I'm poppin shrooms
I'm from the land of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump
Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I'm on the prowl
I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it's goin down
Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what's the deal
We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade
We po' that purple drank straight up like it's that Kool-Aid
We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid
While you cry but ask how they givin up the fade
Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch screen
with the removable screen, lookin mean on the scene
When hoes see me they sayin everybody ain't able
Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table
Juicy J, I'm the mayne, got the G's, fuck the fame
See a lil' freak, run some game, and she goin I'ma take some brain
I'm on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport
Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up
Nothin but self-made millionaires so you corporate folks can shut the fuuuuuuuuuck
I got a deep freezer up on my neck and sno-cones up in my ear
A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin somethin like a chandelier
You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe
Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never doubt, I'll go to the doctor with a cough
It's Paul Wall baby that's my name, fly like a plane what it do
I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch
Just like a midget I'm sittin low, and like a snail I'm crawlin slow
Where's Mike, where's Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low
Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud
I'm chopped up by Michael Watts, it's Paul Wall baby that's what's up
"I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout"
(featuring Monetana)
[Paul Wall]
My life, ain't all peaches and cream
This fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem
I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, there's some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no questions
I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a lesson
The situations progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't fail my test and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life
I'm taking steps to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting bronze
Who do I call to for advice, when all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song what do I do
[Hook: Monetana]
What do you do, when them haters after you
Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real
[Paul Wall]
This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that sound
We've been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where your life went
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be wishing that, I could go back in time
And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that
I know that court appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the only way that we communicate, is through a pen
Don't give up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving
[Hook]
[Paul Wall]
People think, my life is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my life so rough
I'm walking straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I ain't trying to be sad
I thank God for everything I got, and all the blessings I had
I work hard I still grind, all night in the lab
The best friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause people talking down, hating on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you shady homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, debating on me
Wondering when will I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do
Know I'm tal'n bout, already
I'm just saying though
It's going down, know I'm tal'n bout
(Know I'm tal'n bout)
I'm on the grind, know I'm tal'n bout
(Know I'm tal'n bout)
Every penny nickle and dime, well I still got time
Every dolla that I can find, know I'm tal'n bout
(Know I'm tal'n bout)
I gotta get that money, I gotta get that cash
I gotta stack bread, cause I'm spending it fast
I got habits, that I just can't break
Just got a brand new car, cash on fifth gray
If I see it I want it, if I buy it I flaunt it
A Kenyon Martin high school jersey, worth at least five hundred
Everything I got authentic, from the clothes to the chain
A twenty thousand dolla mouth, man I love this game
Everything changed, when I started getting that money
From the land of milk and honey, when I smile it's sunny
Isn't it funny, how people say that money changed me
I ain't worried what they broke ass, think bout me
I'm riding on 83's, my rims are classic
24's under the Avalanche, looking Jurassic
Paint change like mirages, you don't know when you pass it
I'm big balling till I lay in a casket, already
I'm a neighborhood trend setter, getting that cheddar
Nobody does it better, I'm a cash money go-getter
Looking clean riding spinners, on these Lone Star streets
Spitting game laying pipe, to these all star freaks
We the boys pulling up, in them candy coated cars
A couple more in the garage, we some neighborhood stars
Check the wrist check the mouth, check the ice on the neck
You disrespect we put a price on your neck, watch your mouth
I'm on that South Lee, 8900 block
I hustle nonstop, to earn everything that I got
I'm hot I swang and pop trunk, the block done got crunk
Got plex we got pumps, cause partna we not punks
I got chunks of paper, filling my pocket
Don't knock it you can't stop it, just sit back and watch it
The fifth wheel I drop it, I got cheese in my hot pocket
We slow it down and chop it, know I'm tal'n bout
You can hear me in my drop, a block away
The fifth wheel bow down, unlock and pray
The IRS, wanna know what I bought today
I wonder which lap top, I'll watch today
If lil' mama wanna bop, she got to pay
I'm in a Benz big 6, like Dr. J
I wonder which car lot, I'll shop today
I be balling real big, the proper way
Respect it or check it, but best not neglect it
You don't really wanna see, the parking lot get hectic
We big ballers, and big trucks with big ass rims
Blueberry with no stems, make strangers friends
Tighten up no slack, cause them people be watching
Them jump out boys be plotting, homie you ain't forgotten
In jail or in a coffin, or a hospital coffin
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze
Swisha House, Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby
It's the people's champ, I'm something like a baller
The candy paint dripping off of the old school Impala
I'm with that Big Bank Hank, that Poppi Joe and Box
Trunk bump like chicken pox, turn the bass up just a notch
You see them blades choppin', you see that trunk poppin'
Ho's that diss me in the club, the same ho's in the parking lot boppin'
They see me in the Jag, acting bad with T Ferris
Open mouth and showcase ice, and you gon' see about 20 karats
I'm what they do, you on 5-9 double O
In the Tahoe on 24's, I'm the truth, I got that glow
I'm out that Swisha House with Archie Lee and Couda Bang
Sittin' sideways on swang, the candy paint dripping off the frame
You see me acting bad, I'm showing out and pulling stunts
Say cheese and show my fronts, it's more carrots/karats than Bugs Bunny's lunch
It's Paul Wall baby, I got it made
I got a cup full of that oil, and I'm paid plus I'm sittin' sideways
What it do
I'm on the block posted up like a mailbox
Slanging licks on the grind, putting money in my socks
A legend in the hood for gold grills and poppin' seals
A icon on the mic for showcasing my verbal skills
I'm in the club posted up with some gang bangers
Still flipping the old school candy Cadillac on swangers
I got a styrofoam white cup full of that drank
Looking for that dank, my hustle game sharp as a shank
Big bank take little bank, 84's and candy paint
Trying to find some "Honey Love" my macking game is top rank
These ho's peeping me, ill hustling on the side
Eavesdropping my conversation, trying to figure which car I drive
I'm on the scene strapped up like I was bungee jumping
Hit the corner you hear me bumping
Look at that cold grill and woman
The trunks popped up, my music screwed and chopped
I'm the undisputed king of the parking lot, I'm sittin' sideways
Maybe O.J's, ho's be going crazy when they see me
Sittin' sideways on them 24's
Watch ya ho, watch ya money, watch ya clothes
Single women's out the mold, glidin' like a ice skater
Motor like a snot nose
Suicide drop doors, mono blocks, chop mold
Customized deck, cause the mono block stock lows
Sensei, Don Key, Paul Wall in the place
Heads up when you see us, we gon' put it in ya face
?? scoutin' together when I blaze
Boys smell lemon haze, I ain't the nigga to settle
I'm that dude with the metal, that get hot as a kettle
From messing 'round with some cat that ain't got it together
Flossing, breaking of the intersection, crossing
Three-wheelin' acting a iz-ass on them Bosses
S.U.C. in the door, M.O.B. on the place
Pull up in the driveway leanin' and I'm sittin' (I'm sittin')
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
(hook)
Oh girl i'd be in trouble if you left me now
cuz i don't know where to look for love
i just don't know how (2x)
It started off we were two peas in a pod
motivated by love with the blessings of god
we were head over heels in this love thing
funny ain't it thinking back how friends thought it was just a fling
i used to call you on the phone late nite tip mackin to u in ya ear
coversation well equipt
i used to make you laugh
i used to make you smile
but oh the while your roomates were in denial
we felt a lot of jealously from the very start
your so called friends kept tryin to tear us apart
they used to tell you all kind of lies just like a wolf in sheeps clothing the devil came in disguise
they transformed all your smiles into tears they sabotaged your happiness and blamed it on my busy career
i gave you everything aiming to please
but i guess it wasn't enough cuz your ready to leave but don't go baby
(hook)
lil momma been down with me for a while
when you tryin to smile im the one you like to dial
but lately ive been on a mission for comission so why you at home wishing you was with me ive been missing
but listen im trying to lace you up with diamonds that glisten i got a vision so baby you need to kill all that fiction
don't listen to what your friends saying they just jealous cuz they on the sidelines watching while you in the game playing
im just saying you should be stayin but i ain't trippin im in love with my money baby thats how im living
you know i got you on my mind like an egde up but all your nagging me and whying it got me fed up
im on the gring hustlin stackin my cash but you just think im in the streets chasing after some ass
im trying to break the bread im trying to get that cake
but you complainin talking bout you finn escape baby what it do
(hook)
im tryin tell u about ur friends hatin
while they be over there complainin im just on my grind paper chasin
u got them insecure thoughts in ur mind
but instead of chasin hoes i be overtime on my grind
u steady listenin to the gossip in the beautyshop
but all them jealous single females want what u got
they would do anything to take ur place cuz everytime i come around they be givin me dat sex face
u ridin shotgun in the james bond benz with the frog eye lense on them 20 inch rims
so why u worried about ur jealous so called friends im just on my grind trying stack me up some ends baby
i used to make u laugh
i used to make u smile
and all the while ur jealous friends been in denial
i ain't asking much lil momma just keep it real
either u down with me or not baby whats the deal
Okay, on this computer, gon' see what it do
"Paul, you've got maaaaail"
Let's see what new e-mails I've got
"I-I-I've got the internet goin nuts"
Hit me on this e-mail, I'ma hit 'em back, see what it do
What they talkin 'bout
Well I got me a couple pictures on this e-mail too
We gon' see what they talkin 'bout mayne, okay
I'm comin straight up outta that chatroom, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin online when I'm bored
Oh my Lord, BlackPlanet got all the {hoes} and all the freaks
I'll get your page and send a note, then hit me back when it's time to creep
I'm tryin to reach this girl Monique, her screen name is ChynaDoll
She's light brown with big thighs, and standin five foot seven tall
If she don't call me it's okay, I'll hit up SexyEyez02
Sophomore at TSU, and she run track, that's what it do
I'll send a note to my girl Crystal, she ShootiNStarr99
She uploaded some sexy pictures and oh my God that girl is fine
Wine and dine, but not this time, I pimp the keyboard, I'm online
Talkin fly in the chatroom, my conversation is goin down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers later on tonight
I'm sendin all my girls a kite, I'm tryin to find some internet hype
Just hit me up on my Sidekick, I'm signin off and I'm switchin the site
"I've got the internet goin nuts" "I-I-I've got the internet goin nuts"
"P-P-Paul Wall baby, what'chu know 'bout me"
"I'm on that five nine South Lee baby, holla at me"
Okay I signed on to this DallasPeeps, on the hunt for a couple freaks
I'm logged on and I'm ready to chat, where you at let's meet and great
These sexy {hoes} at U and T, I'm sendin e-notes talkin fly
If you lookin for late night love, holla at me girl I'm your guy
I met a girl on CollegeClub, her screen name was Jazzy Brown
She told me when I come to her town, to hit her up and it's goin down
She e-mailed me this old picture before she had her baby boy
I was ready to pay her a visit, she used to look like Ke-Toi
But, one too many Almond Joys, I went and seen this girl in person
But when that big {bitch} opened the door I damn near started cryin and cursin
(Damn) Just too many mega bites and, not enough roadrunner
But big girls need love too, so I beat it up like Royal Rumble
Sheeeit, lil' momma looked like a whale she broke the scale
I told her baby I gotta bail, I won't tell if you won't tell
What the hell, the first minute I got in range of the nearest Dell
I changed my screenname and my number, this internet pimpin still prevails
So I log on to the Facebook, I'm tryin to find me a good look
I'm lookin for a lil' one night love, I throw the bait and they bite the hook
I holla at that boy Goo, my potnah puttin me up on game
He let me know which girls are freaks and e-mailed me they screennames
I hit 'em up like it ain't no thang, how you do and it's nice to meet'cha
Late night a few e-mails later I'm knockin senorita out her sneakers
Check me out on my own website, DJPaulWall.com
Hit me up on that home board and we can chat baby all night long
What's the scoop you goin to school? Maybe pimpin that 9 to 5?
Download my computer love, and get a taste of my hard drive
I'm on the search for cybersluts, lookin at pics on in the mix
Tryin to find a computer check with a webcam that'll make a flick
Hit me up on that AOL, Instant Messenger what it do
My DSL is fast as lightning on the hunt for this mooshu
You got some potnahs that's just like you? Call your crew and I'll call mine too
I'm ballin baby
Gridiron on the beat
Big house, big car
Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere
I'm ballin man, I ain't braggin
I'm just tellin you what it is like, I'm ballin
Knahmtalkinbout? Whattup {?}
I see you on the beat mo' betta
I'm comin down, candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck and catchin boppers down here in this dirty third
I hold it down for the block bleeders workin overtime
Not concerned at all with petty shit, I'm occupied on the grind
I keep my mind on breakin bread, makin chess moevs, thinkin ahead
I soaked up game at a early age, I'm built for this, I'ma seasoned vet
Swangers symbolize respect, cain't just anybody tip on Vogues
They'll catch you slippin in the turnin lane, and leave ya ass naked walkin home
Candy on chrome is how I drive, with screens fallin in the back of the ride
My music screwed and my drank is purple, go and take a sip I'd be obliged
I'm comin straight from the land of the fry, the city of syrup and the home of Screw
I'm on the block with my potnah Gooch, stashin cash in my Reebok shoe
What that do I can't complain, the candy gloss drippin off the frame
Ball in the mix I'm off the chain, it's goin down H-Town
I'm big ballin baby, yeahhh, and I'm spendin cheese
I'm on my grind all day makin money with ease
I'm grippin on that woodgrain, I'm sippin on that good drank
I'm showin love to every side and every neighborhood mayne
I got them neon lights glowin, representin my block
I'm on that 59 South, ridin with my trunk popped
From that Homestead to that Spice Lane, I'm on Scott, in the turning lane
I'm headed straight to that Timmy Chan's, order up and let's get some wangs
New Hawk on that chan-nel, I'm on that dolly right
On the way to my gran-ty house, I'm navigated by bubble lights
I'm teded{?} by that junior, I'm cut up by White Mike
Busted up by that Mr. Davis, sluggin me is a beautiful night
That chrome is quite atrocious, complimented by candy gloss
I'm tiptoein on fo' swangers, eighty-fo's like Randy Moss
Open mouth and show platinum grill, it's like a disco ball
I got expensive tastes, courtesy of expensive jaws
They see me comin grill and woman, truck bumpin
Knockin pictures off the wall is nuttin cause I'm a baller
When the speakers start bumpin and that fifth relax
I make the trunk dance around like it's doin jumpin jacks
I'm ridin on them Spyders, them eighty-fo's tiptoein
And that trunk is exaulted with them neon lights glowin
The candy paint's immaculate, drippin wet up off the fender
Beat the block up like a boxer, chop the street up like a blender
I got the flat screens fallin down from the ceiling
And the platinum mouthpiece with diamonds in the filling
I'm big ballin, grippin grain, breakin bread, I'm stackin change
Gettin money I'm havin thangs with two commas, I can't complain
Drippin candy paint, off the frame, switchin lanes
Paul Wall, I'm the People's Champ
It ain't easy bein the People's Champ
It's the new me, new me, new me, new me...
True, a lot of struggles I done been through and still goin through
Let me show you what it's like to be me (Paul Wall, Paul Wall baby)
I'm not your average guy, I'm more than meets the eye
I know I'm friendly and fly, but let me tell you why
I was abandoned at an early age
My daddy was a dopefiend, I ain't seen him since the second grade
I sing the same song, deadbeat dad, single mom
I was always in the crawl, yet and still I was alone
I kept my faith in God, even in my younger days
I gave my life to Christ, got down on my knees and prayed
And God answered our prayers and momma remarried
All the burdens she carried, I must admit that it was scary
Somehow I got a real man as my father figure
Thangs started gettin better for my momma and my sister
Pain took me from a boy to a man
I knew I'd make it to the end if I could stick to the plan
People judge me off my music but they never even met me
But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby
See I've been doin this here for a while
Eventually y'all boys gon' respect me dawg
I'm Paul Wall - until it's over I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm the greatest in a minute ch'all
Let me tell you if you knew me (knew me) yeah the true me (true me)
Not the glamour and glitz that y'all do see (do see)
I'm just a regular G, I gotta do me (do me)
I'm 'bout to introduce y'all boys to the new me, c'mon
It's more to me than all this glamour and glitz
I spent my whole life broke, I'm just tryin to get rich
I kept it real all my life, I never stepped on toes
But somehow my friends keep turnin into my foes
My ex keep callin me, but I don't wanna talk to her
So then she call the laws on me like I'm the one stalkin her
My new girl say I don't love her enough
But all the hatin friends jealous cause I love her too much
I'm drinkin bottles of Patron tryin to drink away my troubles
But bein an alcoholic only make thangs double
People judge me off my music but they never even met me
But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby
You think you know me mayne? But you don't know me mayne
Just because you shake my hand don't mean that you my homey mayne
It's people prayin on my downfall
And I can't understand why, cause I show love to alla y'all
People are grateful for the favors you show 'em
But when they need you for another one they still act like you owe 'em
Everybody be takin credit for somethin they ain't do
But you need to quit reachin and stand on your own two
I always stayed humble, I never once changed
I never got a ego or a big head cause of fame
People judge me off my music but they never even met me
But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby
I'm Paul Wall, I'm the People's Champ
But it ain't easy bein me
I done put in my fair share of work, blood, sweat, and tears, f'real...
Passin out flowers at the club
Doin freestyles that don't go on mixtapes
I ain't understand it then but, now I understand it
It's a bigger picture than just what you think
You gotta think outside the box and try to make it
[Paul Wall]
paul wall, im` the peoples champ
it aint` easy bein the peoples champ
its` the new me, new me; new me, new me
true; a lot of struggles i done been through and still goin through
let me show you what its` like to be me [paul wall, paul wall bby]
im not your average guy; im more than meets the eye
i know im friendly and fly; but let me tell you why
i was abandoned at an early age
my daddy was a dopefiend; i aint seen him since the second grade
i sing the same song; baby dad; single mom
i was always in the crawl; yet and still i was alone
i kept my faith in GOD; even in my younger days
i gave my life to CHRIST; got down on my knees and prayed
and GOD answered our prayers and momma remarried
all the burdens she carried; i must admit that it was scary
somehow i got a real man as my father figure
thangs started gettin better for my momma and my sister
pain took me frm a boy to a man
i knew id` make it to the end if i could stick to the plan
people judge me off my music but they never even met me
but id` introduce myself if you'd let me - paul wall bby
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
see ive` been doin this here for a while
eventually yall` boys gon` respect me dawg
im` paul wall - until its over imma` ball til` i fall
im` the greatest in a minute ch`yall
let me tell you if you knew me [knew me] yeah the true me [true me]
Not the glamour and glitz that ch`yall do see [do see]
im` just a regular G; i gotta do me [do me]
im bout` to introduce yall` boys to the new me; c`mon
[Paul Wall]
its` more to me than all this glamour and glitz
i spent my whole life broke; im` just tryin to get rich
i kept it real all my life; i never stepped on toes
but somehow my friends keep turnin into my foes
my ex keep callin` me, but i dont wanna talk to her
so then she call the laws on me like im` the one stalkin her
my new girl say i dont love her enough
but all the hatin friends jealous cause i love her too much
im` drinkin bottles of patron tryin to drink away my troubles
but bein an alcoholic only make thangs double
people judge me off my music but they never even met me
but id` introduce myself if youd` let me - paul wall bby
repeat [Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
you think you know me mayn? but you dont` know me mayne
juss` because you shake my hand dont mean that you my homie mayn
its people prayin on my downfall
and I cant understand why; cause i show love to alluh yall`
people are grateful for the favors you show em`
but when they need you for another one they still act like you owe em`
everybody be takin credit for somethin they aint` do
but you need to quit reachin and stand on your own two
i always stayed humble, i never once changed
i never got a ego or a big head cause of fame
people judge me off my music but they never even met me
but id` introduce myself if youd` let me - paul wall bby
repeat [Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
im` paul wall, im the peoples champ
but it aint` easy bein me
i done put in my fair share of work, f`real
passin out flowers at the club
doin freestyles that dont go on mixtapes
i aint` understand it then but; now I understand it
it`s a bigger picture than just what you think
you gotta think outside the box and try to make it
Sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Now open a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston, Texas, welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill, I'm coming live from the block
I got my mind on my hustle, I'm tryna make it to the top
So I put in work and stack at night, determination is all I got
On the grind I scheme and plot whatever it takes to raise my stock
I'm breaking bread out here trying to survive
I'm under water with these sharks praying that I stay alive
I'm putting up numbers like Garnet on that 610 south
Ain't nothing soft about my block except the packs of the south
This here's that Peoples Champ talk, it's the expressions of a G
And I'ma be chasing after them G's until I R.I.P.
Its Paul Wall baby what it do? Been banging Screw since '92
Fat Pat n Lil Kee Kee, Phunky Hawk and the rest of the crew
So who's next with the plex, I'm flipping slab and waving hood
With screens hanging down from the roof
I'm ballin' like a true playa should
I'm sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
They got you thinking Houston Texas the home of David Carr
But really it's candy paint playas sippin' on barre
Come take a ride wit a star straight outta that lone star state
Where Michael Watts trained and told me I gotta hold my weight
That motivation is the key when you moving them keys
Entrepreneurs up in the game outta the 713
See one of the keys to my success, I switched up like Greg Mattix
While maintaining my composure to become one of the baddest
I stick to the G-code in my Algiers clothes
While I'm tippin' on 4 4 's with these suicide doors
I buy dro and pour a 4 for my dogs that died in the past
Praying to God I stay afloat just to make this hustle last
Its prime time I'm obeying the laws while my life is on trial
I'm tryna knockout piece and chain and throw some ice on my smile
It's all work and no play I'm out here punching that clock
It's hustle mania out here grinding on the block I'm tryna ball baby
Sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
From the third coast trenches where the killers don't think
Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink
These 'lil cowards tryna assassinate the character of a G
But I'm squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me
Its G's up and marks down when I'm making my rhymes
I'm up in NYC with Dipset and we shutting it down
Shouts out to King and Martin holding it down in the low post
While I'm on the block grinding tryna hold my post
I'm glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste
I'm iced out like frozen food sippin' on the ski taste
I'm over time on that grind it ain't no time for playing games
That's why I hustle 25/8 accumulating this change
I got them diamonds up against that wood grippin' grain and sippin' good
Hustle Time that's my hood getting money is understood
I'm on the hustle baby all night and all day
100 thee up in my safe it's safe to say that boy is paid
Sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin' tha barre, grippin' tha grain
Ahh they shouldnt a done this right here
March now step now march now step (yeah)
March now step now march now step (blueberry still connect)
March now step now march now step
March now step now march now step
[Chorus]
You gotta march like a soldier
Walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit
You gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil mamas dipping)
You gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil mamas dipping)
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm grinding
I'm posted up on the block like a stop sign
Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein
I'm a certified hustler and a G
Trying to metamorphasize a hundred two a hundred three
I'm chasing after currency and accumulating green
With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope fien
I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale
I took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells
My money's empidemic, it multiply fast
I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass
Addicted to the hustle allergic to being broke
Never falling off 'cause I stay on my note
[Chorus]
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the hot girls dipping)
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the hot girls dipping)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ay, get off my dick, Hollygroove Weezy
Young money billionaire, Hermès winter ware
I'm trying to get somewhere like I ain't never been no where
They probably suffocate trying to breathe this endo air
Halt who goes there, nigga I live there
I run on top of water, I walk on thin air
I ride around with a MAC10 squared
Thats a pair of semi-automatic shootin everywhere
I dont care if authority come by here
They get it just like them niggaz who ain't from by here
Yeah, and I'm extra bout it
If I get in beef I do something about it before I get out
Yeah, Lil Wayne never dropped the Lil
I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill
Yeah, I'm so New Orleans that I can't hide
You know I'm cutting something I'm spittin for Roc? side, Weezy
[Chorus]
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping)
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping)
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
I ain't never had a hand, I ain't never been a beggar
On the grind like a bootlegger, I'm a go getter
I'm Bobby Fischer on the mic making chess moves
This suckers playin checkers simply destined to lose
The Martha Stewart made it blind
See the chains bump ends
Me and a couple lady friends blowing piff in the wind
I got the wrist ware, smooth and sleek
Nothing but ???
You ain't never saw a watch like this so go ahead and take a peek
I'm massive in the streets like a diesel truck
Endulging in that purple stuff gettin full of that puff puff
Tote the iron, I'm double dutch
I'm ice water up in the clutch
Place your bet, Ill call ya bluff
Paul Wall baby thats whats up
[Chorus]
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping)
You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march)
Give it up u cant see what I see don’t strang
U focasin’ to hard they say only i contain
All I need is da fire sweet and sip purple lane
And den meet dat boy and fever fever throw flames
Considerin dat ma compation of all lanes
In dis whole industrie thang is just all games
ma scoop stays focused even at a far range
i see it all even if it a small change
fever rappin this start stay it always
home of tha ball fase and da scare face
home of tha well known sippin tha barre kaze
and if u rommin tha streets u flippin on crome blaze
i gotta rap for ma city cuz they act like tha A-trial
Harsh instead of big lacs on skates
With them costumized plates and the music real slow
Ain’t no fallers here agreein’ the only haters we role
Sure as I live, I know Imma die
So Imma sip every day N get high
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
- Swisha house, Paul Wall, Aqualeo –
I’m coming straight out of the city of grain grippers and drank sippers
Candy paint drippin’ of the frame when we lane switchin’
We eased dressed buyin’ dozen in that purple stuff
Grippin’ that 16 Luke gone of that puff puff
I’m from the home of the screw tapes that chop-chop
Rear end and trunk poppin’ lil’ mammies that tell ur pop
But I don’t blame ‘em, if you broke you lazy
Coz one way or another I’m gon get my baby
That boy fever got patrone and price just got the dro’
Gon pop the seal open in this power of foe
I’m sippin’ on that texas teeth, that ??, that drank
We bank take lill’ bank in the home of the candy paint
It’s the swisha house, Paul Wall, Aqualeo
Sittin’ sideways still tippin’ on them 84’s
I’m in the slab slidin’ off like a hockey puck
Trunk pop swingin’ with a full white cup
Sure as I live, I know Imma die
So Imma sip every day N get high
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
In this game of life I’m rolin’ bad gettin’ high as I pray
Thanking the lord I’m blessed to see this sky today
Smoke blows in the wind as I feather flowin’ the brease
I’m blowin’ a twin, sellin’, feelin’ as high as the trees
The sun is shining, and the girls are looking so good
Flossin’ the chrome, you know a player stays grippin’ wood
I love this season, coz Imma stay squeezin’ on daisy dukes
Sellin’, smokin’ and drinking so much that it makes me puke
Me and people Las Vegas high poppin’ on maze
Listin’ to heftin’ feelings walk hard on these days
Anyway, upgrading the stress, the purple haze
Speakin’ of purple stuff, my city’s gone on that purple praise
Now I’m feelin’ lovely, coz the women they love me
Kiss me and hug me while a haters grill bein’ mugmy
Plots they slug me but the hate and feelin’ won’t bug me
Life and thug me up, only god can judge me
Sure as I live, I know Imma die
So Imma sip every day N get high
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
If you wanna go where I gone
Then you will have to be where I’ve been
Have to see what I saw
Have to feel what I felt within
Sure as I live, I know Imma die
So Imma sip every day N get high
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine
[hook]
Play Dirty
Like I slipped in mud before the game
and The Coach wouldn't even let a playa go change
Play Dirty
I talk more trash than Ali
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
Play Dirty
Break ya nose like Rodman did Pippen
the minute you start trippin, I'll slip the banana clip in
Play Dirty
Everything in life ain't fair so sometimes you gotta play dirty
Do you feel me on that there?
[50/50 Twin]
Man fuck a rule book cuddy I play dirty
I cook 2 on stovers when I cook birdies
I got tattoos white boxers T-shirts and slugs
If in the mirror then I'm fixin my mug
I put a nigga on the top floor
I beat him with a jack show him that I'm not a hoe
fill an application out at papadeaux's
work my way up to manager and rob the hoes
You never know what I'm gonna do next like a lava lamp
pull out the pockets on the damn dada pants
Ridin in a throwed lil car hotter than some fiya ants
I be actin like Bin Laden I think I got a problem man
I ain't the baddest in the world but I'm the baddest you done seen
I want you out that car now pull over like trina
Ya patna owe me cash I'm gon get that bank
Put a bomb under the car and a twist in the gas tank what
[hook]
[Paul Wall]
Catch me at the club with a clutch at my waist
If a hata run up I leave a scuff on his face
Blood on his face get drug thru a lake
for goodness sake invite the hood to his wake
banana in ya tail pipe sugar in ya tank
dis combobulate ya fuel pump when ya car crank
swallow up ya fear break a bottle on a chair
grab a model by the hair when you holla in the air
girl give me your number or I'll steal ya car
Lew hawk at the bar robbing mone from the tip jar
throw ya neighborhood up if you ain't barrin
and if a busta hold the place don't sit there and ignore it
break a hata nose dismantle his jaw
Them Hollywood Boys gon handle the bar
If he tries to make a move then take him to the lot
[Chorus - Yelawolf]
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed it all
I go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got these bills to pay and a family, I'm workin hard
But I got a life too, so I throw on my shoes and I live it y'all
[Verse 1 - Paul Wall]
I'm fresher than a peppermint and cold as a cough
When I pull up in that foreign and I break boys off
Super ballin is a product of a hard knock life
No more Ramen noddles bread, no more struggle and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin paper while you're in the shade drinkin Zima
I'm a schemer, you just waitin on your check from FEMA
Been evadin the subpoena to appear in court
Different hustle every season like I'm playin a sport
"Life is Too $hort, wouldn't you agree?"
See, the best time I ever had in my life was free
My best friend wasn't real, he came with a fee
Reduced time for your sentence come with a plea
Livin in the free world and I'm blessed
Paper chasin is my quest, I grind with no rest
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Raekwon]
I'm not a actor, a role model with soul or clapper
I work hard, a good gangsta nigga, blow a stack up
Time still movin and shit, stay on the grind, it's just excuses
Girls lookin at you, you useless (word?)
When everything is wrong, it look like it'll fall
I'm on the job feet first with direction and all
I like coca and then gotta come home and stroke her
Take time, clean my rims and go loc' her
Just wanna lay up, damn
I need two minutes to rest, go 'head and take the Lex' out, scram
Then it's beef in the jump off, 'cause I needed one off
It's like you drew your gun on me in a gun off
Shit won't change, so move with it (move with it)
This is my life, I'm only livin it, so don't go and ruin it
Words from a legend, keep your dome up in the sky
Listen to Paul Wall and Chef Fly (get high)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Jay Electronica]
Dear Mr. President, have you seen FEMA?
Have you seen the Lord 9th Ward, post Katrina?
Niggaz scufflin tryin to find something tangible
The impedes is treatin all the youth like animals
Then wonder why the cops gettin rocked like Mosley
Why niggaz on the TV in the spot like cozy
Now Houston got a problem, Atlanta got a problem
Dallas, Alabama and Miami got a problem
Niggaz wildin out, livin free, yellin soverign
.38 revolvin, crack rock ballin
Tats on they face that say Uptown New Orleans
Blastin on sight, fuck fightin, fuck arguin
Meanwhile boat loads of cash go to Israel
Soldiers in Iraq pray to God for a miracle
Sam Cooke said that change was comin
If not, you can bet your ass, danger's comin
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Big Swangaz and Vouges
Them 20 inches sitting low
We Ball 24's 7's all that we know
Screens and neon lights are showin
When my trunk unlock pop and show
Ya already know
Paint dripping off the door
Not Engaged with no lady, fall in love with em no!
You may think I'm crazy never knew this type of love before
I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough...
I'm in love with my money... mm mm
[Chamillionaire]
You can catch me squeezing grain
Sitting crooked on D's and swangs
Color changing lizard he's insane
Your woman's missing then he's to blame
Charge it to the game keep the change
Most marriages blossom and die...
When its over I'm telling her bye
But she acts like I'm telling a lie
While you falling in love with a she...
I rather be thugged an a G
Could you see me in a car that rhymes with rent me and starts with a B
Could you see a Bentley
Parked in the spot in ya hood
Candy coat on top of the hood
And my fist on top of the wood
Sparkling good
say you ain't after my change I don't believe ya
If a skeeza ask me to feed her
With my visa then I'm gone leave her
I don't want you I don't need you
{ But I Love You } Thats sweet
I rather be riding on glass feet
With leather up under my ass cheeks
Its not like I changed over night
Been acting like this since last week
Better Ask me my money stretched like an athlete at a track meet
Seen him last week in a Jag Jeep
But they don't even make them yet cousin OK, I'm lying I don't know what it was
but I swear that boy was sitting on buttons
I know you want a relationship with a balla but no thanks
Look I'd rather be shining my twankies much?
You must think this is a bank but it ain't
money increase and never would shrank
hoes that dyin even be fighting...
when I pull up on 20 inch titans
I got what them girls be liking
them ...
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
Hold on hold up a second man
I never mack to a metro dame
You better respect the game
See my gecko chain and correct ya brain
I love my car like it was my girlfriend I like to caress the grain
Followed the wheel and I got aroused
swung in the ditch and I wrecked the frame
Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love with my cadillac
The Ringling Brothers made inquiries to how my trunk turns flips like an acrobat
I act a rat, cause I'm from the gutter
ya girl stutter when I pull up next to ya
You been with the girl 6 months Paul Wall
is the reason she won't give sex to ya
Why all that perplexing in you cause a german company made my rims
My big body's pregnant with twins I'm bout to induce a baby benz
Ya car was fly in the hood but my candy paint just wet ya flames
I'm sitting on 22 inch baby sitters justa threat ya name
Forgot to change the diaper so when I crept in the lane I left a stain
Every time it rains, paint drips It makes a mess and I get the blame
My TV's are the pet I tame I can make em roll over and play dead
My paint was blue on the freeway
but when I stopped at the light it changed to red
You better re arrange ya head thinking I trick my cash to a broad...
Go ahead and ask ya broad I got more green than the grass in a yard
And thats so raw It ain't hard for me to get the class to applaud
I shine like a blasting star, glass on a car more blacker than tar
Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo'nin
This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us
The foundation, knahmtalkinbout?
Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already)
Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already)
Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already)
VA to H-Town yeah you already know
Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already)
Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy (already)
The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already)
Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know
I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand
It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that's my land
Who's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me
I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee
And I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straight
No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't wait
I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lens
So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens
Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get chose
Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know
Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank up, where's the fo'
Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin
I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch'n paint
Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bank
I don't know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin
I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin
Gettin money that's all I know, on my toes never off my note
Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro
I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop
And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop
I'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or nuttin no turnin back
I'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacks
I'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it takes, crackerjack
In love with my money and that's a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin
Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin
Trunk is popped up, screens fallin from the sky
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game..
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't complain or whine
I just get on my grind, puttin in work overtime
I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind
Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind
I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches
It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches
Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a loss
And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost
I peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chess
I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that's my quest
I'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it fresh
I'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still ridin dirty pimpin
On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl
Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank ya for ya purchase
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes
I got that paper in them rubber bands, stacked up
And I got somethin' hidden in the stash, wrapped up
If you see purple in my cup, that mean I'm leanin' tough
I got them haters on my back, so I be strapped up
I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones
But my mind on cash, I'm in the zone
I'm grippin' wood and tippin' chrome
I'm well known, my wrist is rocky like Stallone
Southlea is where I roam, the champ is here and there is no clone
Off top, I'm well respected on many blocks
So I'm pullin' hundreds and smashin' cocks
Knockin' these broads up out they socks
I'm in the hood like wig shops, look close, I ain't hard to spot
I'm right there at that gamblin' spot, stackin' up a fat not
So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes
I'm a block burner like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King James
The head turner like Slim Thug Chain
I'm bangin' hooks like Sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major Payne, talkin' shit like Brother Lane
These boys talkin' down on the name
But they all washed up like Eddie Kane
The slab roof like David Blaine, it disappear like magic
Glock nineteen, made of plastic, might stretch ya out just like elastic
I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close
Bankrolls and fine hoes, fancy cars and starched clothes
Weed cigars and Moet rolls, pints a bar and kushy dro
Dime collector outside the club in candy toy with the trunk exposed
Swishahouse, baby, that's my crew, roll wit us or you'll get ran through
We loved by few and still true, let me tell y'all just what it do
So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes
It's hustle time, Texas, I do this for the streets
Grindin' with no sleep because that paper what I seek
That hatin' need to cease, I'm evadin' the police
And I been hustlin' since Hulk Hogan body slammed that Iron Sheek
My flow is outta sight but them boys is all hype
They can't see me up on that mic, so they be hatin' me outta spite
Some potent purple Sprite, I done paid my dues
I hear the strong survive but the weak end up on Fox News
Sleepless nights with burner in hand
'Cause now a days them jackass plot
Jealousy turn friends to foes, I'm packin' glocks around the clock
Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes, chasin' paper and ridin' vogues
Get that dough without the po's on five nine double O
So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
im on patron i just took some shots to tha dome,
im gone, so gone, so yo can i get a ride home
im on patron i just took some shots to tha dome
im gone, so gone, so yo can i get a ride home
hey wat it do,
im on like a light switch
my wrist well froze up like a computer glitch
im drinkin 151 karaboolu take nine gone get it jumpin
like a kangaroo is it cho birthday lets go on have
a shot or two my partner glu you put me on to somthin new
snuck in a gallon of lemonade from chic-fil-a
mix it up with this a rokin' we gona partay
im lookin for a hot girl that like ta ay baybaybay
come out and play lets see ya shake it this way
that patron clear as day im on that hard
im gettin lit wit my dawgs havin a party with
there brods...
im on patron i just took some shots to tha dome,
im gone, so gone, so yo can i get a ride home
im on patron i just took some shots to tha dome
im gone, so gone, so yo can i get a ride home
gone and poppin' another bottle get this party to crakin
all these barby doll models make the champs start backin
550s everywhere nothing cant depend it, hes on his fifth premiere
at seven it aint even eleven
thug boss slim thug drikin gpo greygoose patron and orange juice
po me som mo
now box and poppy joe just ordered the rose mo
drunkin duces to my partner how i see him big go
im loaded like a full clip
leanin like a sinkin ship
lit up like a christmas tree
how much throwd up can i get
c stone and lil'c
bringin out the yeager bomb
if i get pulled over dj jonny can pay my bond off...
im on patron i just took some shots to tha dome,
im gone, so gone, so yo can i get a ride home
im on patron i just took some shots to tha dome
im gone, so gone, so yo can i get a ride home
i keep bumpin into people say man my bad
im intoxicated a tad and the dj had to be
miskin mike and scad my family gettin slammed
needs a cool waiges bought around another damn grand
man im so throwed i cant think
who the hell been puttin they lips on my drink
what the hell the waitress doin wit my change
mabey some red bull will help you sober up
matter fact mix it wit this greygoose in my cup
i can barely stand up im about to throw up
if you cant roll with the big dawgz go hang wit the pups...
im on patron i just took some shots to tha dome,
im gone, so gone, so yo can i get a ride home
im on patron i just took some shots to tha dome
