Альбом Paul Wall

[Chorus: Kobe]
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
Cant nobody take what's mine
But people say ...
"That they gon try to kill me"

Go hard for mine is all I know
I'm trying to get all this dough
I try to say ...
"If you want me come and get me"

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Early in the morning when the sun come up
I be playing my position, trying to chase a come up
I'm on the corner like little kids waiting for the school bus
I'm reggie bush about my paper man I gotta rush

I'm chasing Johnny dame, co vein with diamond crush
I want that TV Johnny watch, earrings and such
I got my mind focused driving in the fast lane
Apple paint and white seats, looking like a candy cane

I'm running marathons, while these lames running sprints
Been pulling all nighters, all year, and ever since
I'm steady grinding on the rise like Honda pants
Partner this is common sense, stacking up dollars and cents

I'm thinking pickett fence, six rooms, that's on a lake
Long as I keep stacking bread like pancakes
I pray with high stakes, so I can crawl down like snakes
Trying to eat them Vincent Anthony steaks, I gotta get more

[Chorus: Kobe]

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
From a Buick to a Benz, the American Dream
Riding apple over silver with the insides cream
I got my mind on the foreign so I hustle some green
And I'm somewhat color struck cuz I only love green

I'm living the ghetto dream, money, hoes, and cloths
My mind on bankrolls, I stay up on my toes
See I'm working for that paper chasing after that cash
Overtime punching clocks, I call it a monster mash

That paper in my vision, so I grind with precision
A hustler's ambition, to accumulate commission
My eyes is burning cuz I aint slept in bout a week
And theres no time to eat cuz my body is weak

I'm {?} its time for cash stacking, there aint no time for slacking
I'm recking money now, later I'll be Cadillac'n
I'm packing paper and my pockets over flowing to the top
That's why I'm blowing my dawg, I gotta get that money!

[Chorus: Kobe]

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
The clock keep on ticking and the count down is on
My paper keep on stacking now it wont be long
I'm king kong of the hustle, using mind with muscle
Putting together plots and schemes like a piece to a puzzle

The boys chasing broads, but I'm out here stacking bars
Motivated my screw tapes that's in my ipod
My job is all night my hustle is all day
When you thrown in the game, there aint no 401K

I got a dream like Dr. King {?}
I swing it like peter parker in the Cadillac
So now I'm changing up the game like a clinic bitch
Hood super star with dreams of getting rich, gimme more

[Chorus: Kobe]

[Chorus]
I gotta get it, I gotta grind
I'ma put it down, I'ma get mine
But you gotta get it, but you gotta grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine

I gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, I gotta get mine
gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, I gotta get mine

[Verse 1]
I'm on the road to success, I strive to be the best
I never settle for less, if I'm broke I cant rest
A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smoking on the best
Cuz I deal with lots of stress, out here on this paper quest

I'm making progress, and I'm blessed oh yes
And I'ma get it to my last dying breath, then its in peace I rest
I'm working with that bread like a chef when he cook
Now I'm back to flipping paper like I'm reading a book

Staying real with your partners that's a real good look
But when your cash stash low all your boys get shook
I been searching for that paper like its Natalie Holloway
8 days a week, and I grind on holidays

There aint no excuse for these boys to be broke
I know some hustlers in wheel chairs, we get it til we crock
From south po, to south postal I gotta stack them C notes
So listen up close, say I gotta get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I gotta get them dollar signs, all of every kind
Partner, I need mine even them nickels and them dimes
I'm out on the grind, staying every lick I find
Going get it myself, there aint no time to try and stand in line

I never fall behind, and yeah I'm full of that purple slim
But I aint dead yet, I'm just fine
I'm still in my prime , so I pack atleast a nine
Cuz haters trying to block my shine, like mini blinds (I gotta get it)

As long as opportunity knock, I'ma get that gwop
And give it all that I got until my coffin drop
The sun rise I'm the first hustler on the block
And when the sun set, I'm still out here on the clock

I'm trying to hustle for them tickets like a traffic cop
I gotta hustle and get it partner I never stop
I take that paper real serious like Dwight shoot
Stacking up loot all around the 16 route

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I know the world in a recession, but I'm still progressing
Take heed to my confession, never fall to oppression
I learn from life's lesson if you keep on pressing
You'll eventually end up on top like salad dressing

I'm never second guessing, like bye bye faith
And however long the race gotta maintain pace
When the haters fall to waist, then my god grant grace
No matter what odds I face I'ma be in first place

They hustle and the haste to feed expensive taste
But me, I got grind out there on that paper chase
They turn they back on clements, but I'm still gon ride
Too many fish up in the water trying to float with the tide

No matter how high the gas price I'm still gon drive
Quite crying and complaining partner swallow your pride
While you blaming everybody for your same bad luck
I'ma be on the come up, sun down to sun up... I gotta get it

[Chorus]

P-square, whoo, see, see, whoo
We run things, whoo, things don't run we, whoo
Hook up in da club, who
Give them a run, whoo, give them a jump, whoo
With your bizzy body, yeah

When I first saw her
She was looking like an angel light
She blow me nami mind like a dynamite
She flash like a light in ani candle light
And then she said

(All this on me)
Girl, you know say when you
Move your body, hold am tight
Make you no try to hurt no body
Make you dey watch your side

I begi, biko, biko
Omoge no bi fight and she said
(All this on me)

Boy, you know say if I give you body
You go, soji
You no go fit rock the M.I.C.
'Cause you go lose control, hey

No, ooh, oh with your bizy body
You go, soji
I go, de still rock the M.I.C.

I no go lose control
Boy, you go lose control
Girl, I no go lose control
Boy, you go lose control

If I catch you I go turn you on
When I grab you to the breaking down
You go lose control
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh

Na me say ready or not
Here I come, you can't hide
'Cause if I catch you
I go take you slowly

You can't run away
I will do my way, oh baby, oh baby
I go take off my cloths
And get ready for you
(Rude boy)

Any where you go
(Oh, oh, ooh)
I will be right there, oh baby
Oh baby, I go take my time
And get down for you

I love the way you move your bombom hey
You make me really wanna touch your hair
Bar bye, bar bye, bar bye, bye, oh Lord

Boy, you know say if I give you body
You go, soji
You no go fit rock the M.I.C.
'Cause you go loose control, hey

No, ooh, oh with your bizy body
You go, soji
I go de still rock the M.I.C.

I no go lose control
Boy, you go lose control
Girl, I no go lose control
Boy, you go lose control

If I catch you I go turn you on
When I grab you to the breaking down
You go lose control
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh

P-square, whoo, see, see, whoo
We run things, whoo, things don't run we whoo
Huk up in da club, who, give them a run, whoo
Give them a jump, whoo, we be da don whoo

P-square whoo, see, see, whoo
We run things, whoo, things don't run we, whoo
Huk up in da club, who, give them a run, whoo
Give them a jump whoo

Boy, you know say if I give you body
You go, soji
You no go fit rock the M.I.C.
'Cause you go lose control, hey

No, ooh, oh with your bizy body
You go, soji
I go de still rock the M.I.C.

I no go lose control
Boy, you go lose control
Girl, I no go lose control
Boy, you go lose control

If I catch you I go turn you on
When I grab you to the breaking down
You go lose control
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh

If I catch you I go turn you on
When I grab you to the breaking down
You go lose control
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh

If I catch you I go turn you on
When I grab you to the breaking down
You go lose control
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh
Bizzy body, oh, oh, oh
...

[Chorus:]
Sweeter than a cherry pop-Pop me at the very top pop wacth me cause'
I'm very hot pop- Pop me like a lemon drop pop-pop me like a lemon drop
pop-pop me like a lemon drop Pop-pop me like a lemon drop Pop-pop
me like a lemon drop}

[Paul Wall:]
P. Wall Baby Bash pop that thang baby shake watcha got yeah
you workin with alot baby please don't stop gotcha body lookin hot
don't mind if I watch ya head is top notch ya skin is butterscotch into
the club all eyes on you baby you look good your thicker than stew
you got friends boo? well I got mine too the club close at 2 can I role
with you hip like m.k. hood like mary j pretty as lisa ray bay bay can
we play I call you lemon drop cause you look so sweet gon pop what
you got baby be my freak)

[Chorus:]
(Sweeter than a cherry pop-Pop me at the very top pop wacth me
cause' I'm very hot pop- Pop me like a lemon drop pop-pop me like
a lemon drop pop-pop me like a lemon drop Pop-pop me like a
lemon drop Pop-pop me like a lemon drop}

[Baby Bash:]
I don't just want the table girl I want the whole wing kick the bottle
hard till we hit the summer ring when shes off caffine shes so active
stro aa mattress grab on my package girl goes from the stage to cage
got her from the wild fire hot in a rage hit the facebook page video
upload my number one hina so damn throwed so damn cold candy
coated like skittles I'm a pop that like I pop two thizzle girl get your
smash on sweet and low so tender when I got you I don't need no splenda.

[Chorus:]
Sweeter than a cherry pop-Pop me at the very top pop wacth me cause'
I'm very hot pop- Pop me like a lemon drop pop-pop me like a lemon drop
pop-pop me like a lemon drop Pop-pop me like a lemon drop Pop-pop me
like a lemon drop}

[Paul Wall:]
Baby gon do that fine but you new that holla at a man and break me off
that kit kat lookin so mean with them dangerous curls I'm a have you
wet and nitty by the end of the verse your the first number one top pick
of them all bring your girl for bash you can roll with mr. wall you the
baddest I saw when your ready to pop baby be my lemon drop don't
stop don't stop

[Chorus: x2]
Sweeter than a cherry pop-Pop me at the very top pop wacth me
cause' I'm very hot pop- Pop me like a lemon drop pop-pop me like
a lemon drop pop-pop me like a lemon drop Pop-pop me like a lemon drop
Pop-pop me like a lemon drop}

(Chorus)
I believe i can fly fly fly 2x
Im so high 4x
I believe I can fly fly fly 2x
Im so high 4x
I Believe I can fly

(Yung Joc)
Aye Aye Aye
Bitch im sittin so high, I believe I can fly
The coupe looks delicious the rims are waving bye
? long like diddy, I put on for my city
Cologne Kush and henny, I'm gone in that hemi
I'm gold but you don't hear me, four to the dome if you can hear me
They say I need a pull-up when i pull up i'm the shit man
when i grow up i wanna be like t-pain a hit man
but do yourself a favor partna don't be talkin shit man
your broad done up and broke your heart my whole squad hit man
Hold up I see dead people, its just the dead white guys on my bread people

(Chorus)
I believe i can fly fly fly 2x
Im so high 4x
I believe I can fly fly fly 2x
Im so high 4x
I Believe I can fly

(Paul Wall)
I'm high as the moon and I'm flyer than a mosquito
stacking my chips i got a bank full of doritos
I'm too cool for school so I'm teaching a class
Chiefin on that purple rain partna puff puff pass
See im higher than the price of gas gone off vanilla cream
Rolling off of mac dre leaning like a triple beam
I got my wrist froze up like computer screens
so fresh so clean exhale sticky green
I got the top steady droppin like record sales
paint changing colors like Tyra bank's finger nails
choose the fast life I'm the flashy type
diamonds in my mouth sparkle look like sprite
I'm so high

(Chorus)
I believe i can fly fly fly 2x
Im so high 4x
I believe I can fly fly fly 2x
Im so high 4x
I Believe I can fly

(Gorilla Zoe)
I believe I can lean spite and codeine
someones sleeping on the scene
thats a hell of a dream im a hell of a guy
thats a hell of a blunt fire it up lets get high
you can call me g5 cause i be in the clouds
somewhere in the club with my clothes smelling loud
and never will i smile cuz i be biting down
rollin off a p probably muggin with a frown
but naw ain't nothing wrong how could he be on rich
bitch looked at my whip bitch looked at my wrist
my wrist is tricked in ice my neck is dripped in ice
bitch look at my life don't you wanna be my wife?
would you like to be my girl? dont you wanna change your life?
I can change your life grab the credit card and swipe, like see?

fly fly fly
(Chorus)
I believe i can fly fly fly 2x
Im so high 4x
I believe I can fly fly fly 2x
Im so high 4x
I Believe I can fly

[Paul Wall Intro]
I get up early and get it before the crack of dawn
And I'm still out when the sun set getting my hustle on
I'm grinding all day long to keep my paper long
I got my mind on paper chasing, my focus strong

Mind elevated, so my game is upgraded
Now its money in the pocketk all day like tom brady
And even when the weather outside gets cold
Ima stay on patrole to keep my bill fold swoll

[Chorus: Marty James]
Even when its cold outside, the sun got gutter
by the clouds in the sky, it stay hot like summer
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...

Even when the well runs dry, I see my struggle
Aint a day go by, that I don't hustle
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...

[Verse 1]
The oven doors shut, but I still smell cake
The stench is too high, I aint pumping my brakes
The paper is so large, it can change a man's faith
I with David Taylor every year changing the plates

See I wake up extra early just to bleed these streets
From Gut bank to Debrees tell em to gimme a piece
I got the bricks up on my tail just to fall in love
But we just whip em and toss em up like a ticket stub

They say money cant buy me love and that's true
But money can buy me drugs so I'm cool
10 dollars can buy the clipse slugs for these tools
that'll cock, and ready to let loose on these fools

[Chorus: Marty James]

[Paul Wall Insert]
Gotta get this money baby, all day – all night
I'm breaking this bread, I'm stacking up this paper
Feel that, know what I'm talking about
Ima go getta

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
My money makes money my stocks are tripling
So I'm moving this paper like Dougie and Nicholas
Addicted to the hustle so the bread coming fast
I'm connected all across the state like Comcast

I bleeding I-10 like a gunshot wound
So I can knock off new beemer, that's gon come out next june
I aint slept in bout a week so I'm high as the moon
I'm trying to make sure my money pile up like sand dune

[Chorus: Marty James]

Man I'm holding on, Man I'm holding on
I'm gon do it, I'm gon win it
Man I'm holding on, Man I'm holding on
I'm gon do it, I'm gon win it, again!

[Chorus: Marty James]

[Chorus]
Daddy, daddy wasn't home, so momma raised me
And I'm still mommas baby
Daddy, daddy wasn't home, so momma raised me
And I'm still mommas baby

Daddy, daddy wasn't home, so momma raised me
And I'm still mommas baby
Daddy, daddy wasn't home, so momma raised me
And I'm still mommas baby

[Verse 1]
March 11, 1981
my momma gave birth to a hell raising heavenly son
And my daddy was a fool addicted to brown
So he wasn't ever around, but my momma held me down

When me and big sister had nothing to eat
My momma gave up her last trying to make ends meet
She was a school teacher, working to provide for her fam
Struggling in AA, to submit to gods plan

Them long twelve's steps of hardway are all on your own
No family, few friends, my momma was all alone
She did it for her children, struggling to make a living
And some how we still had food on thanksgiving

When I can barely talk momma taught me to pray
And right then I knew that we'd have a better life some day
She still give up her last just to see me smile
That's the definition of love for you child, I love my momma

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
My momma was my role model, I had no father figure
Just a bunch of pipe dreams of being richer
But as times got tougher my life just got rougher
It hurts so bad to see me watch my momma suffer

Its so hard to cope when you so dead broke
So momma used to make me memorize the song quotes
In the middle of a session momma gave god praise
I knew what it meant to struggle at such an early age

Remember them days she barely earned minimum wage
But made sure I had new cloths to start the seventh grade
She met my step father, and walked down the aisle
I praised he sent somebody that would make my momma smile

He raised me as his own, he taught me to be a man
Adopted me and anne, and gave momma a hand
I just love to see that beautiful smile on momma face
My momma could never be replaced, I love my momma

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
20 years of struggling, done came to a close
no more old, torn up, and hand me down cloths
she derserve the best, and never nothing less
no stress, give my momma that Gucci dress

the times were hard but we done made it out the rain
the storm was severe but we overcame the hurricane
them rainy days seem to last so long
when them times got hard my momma told me be strong

my number 1 supporter ever since day one
and still till this day momma would die for her son
no more slumz, all them rainy days are done
no a days we taking trips to Disney world just for fun

I put you in a benz take you out that nova
Its been a long rough road, but that bumpy rides over
You raise me from a baby, my number 1 lady
And until the day I'm in my grave, ima stay mommas baby

[Chorus]

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)
Girl

(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
And now aint one of 'em gon' ever go hungry

[Нет текста]

It's Paul Wall Baby!

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Sippin' Codeine, cause I gotta kill a cough.
Let me sit sideways in the big benz.
Texaz boyz they
My wiggas they my friends.
Holla at the chickz
Let me sit sideways in the two-door coupe.
Cause I'm clean.
4s on the lean.

[Hook:]
Look at my paints, gotta sag in my jeans.
Let me sit sideways, cause I'm steady comin'.
Big poke throwin' that ball,
And it's comin,
I'm a gonna catch it.
I'm a gonna wretch it.
Fuck it tonight

[Chorus: x4]
I'm clean like a son of a bitch

[Verse 2:]
Watch that trunk crack.
Let me sit sideways, Johhny be running' back.
Cause we gotta finish.
Fern creek yea we diminished.
Lookin' for a little.
Paint it like a skittle.
I ain't even trippin', I ain't never double dribble.
Cause I'm a Playa.
From the U of L.
Let me sit sideways man.
Maybe back door.
Maybe fall off.

[Hook:]
Look at my paints, gotta sag in my jeans.
Let me sit sideways, cause I'm steady comin'.
Big poke throwin' that ball,
And it's comin,
I'm a gonna catch it.
I'm a gonna wretch it.
Fuck it tonight.

[Chorus: x4]
I'm clean like a son of a bitch

[Verse 3:]
Boyz is gettin' quiet.
Goin to get crunk.
Head back to highview
Jordan pop the trunk.
I ain't even trippin'.
Ridin' and I'm sippin'.
Let me come through, 4 4s steady tippin'.
On the new 'lac.
Watch that trunk crack.
Let me sit sideways, Cal be running' back.
I ain't even trippin', cause we some athletes.
Messin' with grillz.
In the summer time.
He get pissed if we don't make our time.
But we gonna get it.

[Hook:]
Look at my paints, gotta sag in my jeans.
Let me sit sideways, cause I'm steady comin'.
Big poke throwin' that ball,
And it's comin,
I'm a gonna catch it.
I'm a gonna wretch it.
Fuck it tonight.

[Chorus: x4]
I'm clean like a son of a bitch

Holla At me Baby.

I got (?) on my ride in the black
I Bet you if i turn you baby I can make em bop
Got me saying
Who the fuck you be bitch you know me
Who the fuck who-who the fuck you be bitch you know me
I'm sum'n like a pimp(x2)

(Paul Wall:)
(Making em bop)

I'm sitting down in pimp mode
My trunk bump like a lymph node
Them boppas gaze and haters haze
I'm playa made with hemp roll
I pull up and make them wimps fold
My wide body big blimp hoes
That fifth drop down look to the floor
The trunk glow I'm so dope

I'm candy red like Elmo
Me a simp Oh hell no
Just ask your girlfriend she'll know
I got her stuck like Velcro
I put em under my spell bro
My mackin' game is real cold
I'm crawling round the parking lot
In a 'lac dialup Dell slow

Catch a glimpse of this thug prince
With purple rain up in my cup
When it get tense I never flinch
That hunter pinch is by my gut

What the fuck oh thats a nine
That broad with me oh thats a dime
That cadillac thats double parked
Dripping stains oh yeah thats mine

Boys know that I'm bout that bread
Boppas know they got to give head
Haters know bout the infrared
That leave em dead and full of that lead

I'm one hundred and full of bread
I'm Paul Wall
I'll hold it down

You know me I'm getting mine
That paper and them dimes

(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

(Verse 2)