Альбом Paul Wall

[Chorus-Yung Redd]
Ay gon' salute me
I don't flip, neva that
But I know how to get it, I know where the money at
Them haters talkin' down, see him comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
Hey see me, hold it down
Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, see him comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse Spokesman
I'm crushing all competition like a coke can
I'm with that Damon Jones Mix-O and Black Lac
In that Lac with the trunk cracked, I'm swingin'
Until the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm stuntin'
Comin' down on gold tires, I'm on the block, holdin' it down
Like some ?????? I keep the swingers pokin' I got the
Windows open, white cup with somethin' potent, woodwheel
Still what I'm chokin', I'm on that Antwaan with Lou, Hawk, and
Freddie Thug, this small of ???? is makin' their heads bop, that's
My job, my mind's on stackin' on what, these boys out here chasin'
Broads, look close it's no mirage, I got somethin' ballin' dawg

[Chorus]

I'm on the block holdin' posts like Jermaine O' Neal
No ice grill, just cold steel, that's a gangsta grill
I'm down for that drama so I'm known to pack a cannon
A sharp seein' hittin' targets like Peyton Manning
And you can catch me in the hood like a liquor store
Roll those dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6-8, I'm 10-4
I got that Tish from black, that tip got my back
I put them elbows under the Lac, and know they plottin' ta jack
Boppers don't know how to act, I'm leanin' back and countin' stacks
Postin' up on big wheels, still sippin' ???? don't get distressed
I'm out here chasin' banks, breakin' bread and sippin' drank, accumulating
My Benz taste, my mind straight, and my paper chase

[Chorus]

My vision's nocturnal so I'm grindin' all night
I gotta cup that's rather purple, so it's oil and it's Spirte
I got some partnas in the cage, I be shootin' them kites, them other
Guys is all hype, tell them suckas take a hike baby, you see them
????????, you see them hundred spokes, I'm holdin' spokes just wood
Deep, ya get it, coast to coast, I'm slabbin' candy drops, punchin' clocks
And slammin' broads, I got money like Reggie Bush, my billboard got a lotta
Yards, I'm with that Poppa Joe, I got dro on da low, I keep tha lean for a month
Or so, but I'm back on it, I can't let go, I'm down with T.Farris and G.Dat, we
Switchin' glass, some of these boys ain't lastin' we still right here countin' cash

[Chorus]

i got the screw tape playing in the deck
so i drive slowly got them swangers pokin
yeh the slab hold me
everybody know me X4

cooler than fan money in my hand
stash in thn brown paper bags with them rubberbands
i aint got tsay nothing.. everybody know mex4

ballin is habbit that money i gota have it
im an addict for that paper my hustle is automatic
my presence is so jerassic the lanes is so tragic
im lightin that cali paper so im higer than the attic
im choppin up the block like a garbage disposal
so the the bible propostition and indesent proposal
im cool like popsicla been grinden since i was little
on this pool picnaratin the proverbs and riddles
im fresh like green bananas and fly like contenental
cause i stay up on my grind late night like jimmy kimmel
in that palmagranted slam with that roof convert
five stars under the skirts call it famous foot work
that cali is active when lil kekee got that chesly
tiltin that bumper kit im flipin with the screensly
ridin with the big dog we breakin off sipin that stuff
to cure my cough pardon me im throwed off..

chorous

roll it up smoke it up break it up throught it up
speed it up slow it up cut it up screw it up
do it up who involved do it to em uncle dog
everywhere i flown and gone been know to bounce some bars
enterouge thing in charge i could never camaflouge
doggy do it extra large coppin to a lesser charge
paul wall your next in charge s is hard rappin hard
dressin hard techin hard blastem like ?
im a bad mother im the only rapper know by your grandmother
and your preacher and yoru teacher aint that a trip
moshi moshi acagauru aint that a bitch thats japanese
lil homie you should learn to mingle see snoop dogg is international and bilingle
im in the game got the fame and the money mayne and
everybody know my motherfuckin name

chourus

correct me if im wrong but goddamn im fly
in my famous stars and stripes no suit no tie
i got the heavy starch grease so im sharp as an ice pick
im swangin and bangin and holdin rain like a vice grip
im high as a cielin fan and fly as superman
im hot as a fryin pan cause baby im the man
im leanin like a kick stand stackin up them grands from
? to batan that wood grain in my hand
roll it up and pass it as i cruise through traffic
slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic
im superseedin my quata out collectin the dimes
my speech slured cause im leanin like a half passed 9
im tippin dime on them craigers im skatin like devin harford
with the trunk full of speakers beatin hard like travis barker
the money in the stash paid for made stack im swangin till the
fos clack drinkin codine next track

chorous

(feat. Lil Keke)

[Intro:]
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

[Chorus:]
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

[Paul Wall:]
Now I gotta work ma wood grain wheel
Poppin' trunks, poppin' grillz, still poppin' seals
High up in the hill with ma mind on millz
Piece of chain swangin', bank roll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with ma mind on cream
I'm in that mean green machine clean on 19s
Flat screens in the headrest, swangin' like a swang set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin' down tha's a fact
I'm in the 'lac chasin' broads like a lesbian
Full of that Kush flower, I'm breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than the street lights, floatin' like a parachute
Buzzin' like a bumblebee, mustard green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta, Mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I'm rocked up fully loaded and slabbin'
Tryin' to hit it and quit it
Walk off like BIG Poppi then break 'em off

[Chorus:]
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

[Lil' Keke:]
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I'm hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck gold mist five 50 slow buddy
Bentley continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, dat's expensive taste
And 'em frilly ass fools we send 'em to myspace
I'mma break 'em off until the backbones broken

Stainless steel drop phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the Kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes (that's right)
Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors
I'mma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on then u buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF

[Chorus:]
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

[Paul Wall:]
Already
Higher than the satellite, crawlin' like a baby
Maneuverin' thru the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady
Still choppin' on 'em buttons, I'm struttin' and lookin' fresh
Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best
In dat minute maid droppa', with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the two
The fifth wheel on the ground, and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa
Ma skillz is so ill when workin' the wood wheel
Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the o'erseer
Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin'
I'm sippin' on dat Osama, baby leanin' like I'm limpin'
In dat 2 seater feeder, it's me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter, and it's ten up in the heater
Mackin' a mamacita
Runnin' game like a cheetah
I'm knockin' 'em out the park
Similar to Derek Jeter (Break 'em off)

[Chours:]
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

(feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[Jermaine Dupri:]
Ya'll know what this is

[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beast
I aint never came through
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it shine like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin this crew
Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed

[Paul Wall:]
Fresher than a fruit bowl
Leanin like a gas gage
Straight up off the doors, freestylin like hair braids
Makin that candy dance, I'm throwed off the Cali plants
I'm pressin on his knee crawlin down like fire ants
Im higher than a trance, I'm sharper than a stars pants
Stackin Franklin and Grants from south bank to spring grass
I'm posted like a stamp with my mind on cash
I'm wheel grippin and still tippin Brandi wine on glass
I got a screen and a dash a quarter tank full of gas
Smokin that puff puff pass, throwed I hope I dont crash
Rippin the Swisha glass, so I'm flyer than a mockingbird
Throwed and I'm old game, cold as a iceburg

[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beast
I aint never came through
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it shine like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin this crew
Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed

[Paul Wall:]
Now to broads I'm a sharp-shooter like Steve Kerr
Flash the wrists cause a blur
Fox fur and flyin spur
Undisputed for sure
So I'm collectin these dimes
Name and number lil momma cuz its checkout time
I'm slidin on glass threes, inhalin ?
Pack protection cuz player hatin spread like STD's
I'm cool as a ocean breeze, like Chester I'm chasin cheese
I'm stangin like buzzin bees, on softly with cheese
Screens fall like all them leaves makes the TV's rain
Take a picture if you please, yeah my wrist is insane
Dirty can, diamond chain, so fallin is off the chain
Mind frame I'm stackin change, I'm so throwed in the game

[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beast
I aint never came through
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it shine like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin this crew
Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed

[Paul Wall:]
I'm throwed in the game

Im pourin that purple sprite, and im searchin for broads
Paper stackin so my money stretch like extension chords
I'm a wide bod rocker in a four on them choppers
I'm on the grind stackin up my mail like the post office
Movin at slow pace with T Fair as my ace
Cup full of expensive taste, open mouth and showcase
I'm throwed up with screens hangin, swangin breakin his trust
We pourin up in them cups that stuff got me leanin tough
Hold up
I'm caked up so all the boppers attract I got em like a softer pal out there runnin the track
Pullin capers makin paper stacks fly as a dove
A bread breaker, taste maker baby
Halla at ya love, I'm throwed

[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beast
I aint never came through
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it shine like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin this crew
Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed

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Chorus*
I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down, puttin' paper in my pockets grindin all year round' I'm on the block with the gangstas stayin two toes down I'm on the grind. I'm on the grind all night until the sun come up, countin cash up in the cut tryin to make me a buck, I'm making moves stacking paper cuz I'm handelin ya, I'm on my grind.

Lyrics*
Check it out baby.
I got money on my mind, big frank on my brain, intoxicated by visions of chains and diamond rings, one thing here to obtain is fortune forget the fame been ballin since back in the game been changin the strings, these lames tend to complain its a goddamn shame you think you flyer than a plain but you washed up in the drain, baby paint the picture frame its all work no play, my hustle sceduele is simpley all night all day, I'm snapping like popperazzi I'm plotting on maserati been grinding since lotty dotty trying to earn that pay collecting that green paper I'm scheming and pulling capers I'm giving these brouds the vapers from the fold to the tray.
I'm on the grind

Chorus*

My hustle is godzilla, my muscle is king kong, my mind is einstine, my flow is off the dome, my grind is dope feen addicted to counting green, my money is bill gates my ballin is yow ming, I'm not inpressed with bling I'm more conserned with ching, grinding since I was a teen, money over everything, see I'm all about that paper stacks and bank rolls the lack on fo's with drank cold and dank roll. Hustle is my hobby inspired by jonny gotti call me, give me the wallet because its time to collect, VS up in the jonny watch shining so clear the face look like a mirror call it time to reflect.
I'm on the grind

Chorus*

I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted

Trunk cracked, windows tinted

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw



Comin' down so fly-y-y

Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw



What it do, it's Paul to the wall

Trig up tall, let the four screens fall

Spot is crawl, gon' turn up that dial

And they heads all nod like a bobble head doll



Bendin' corners, up and down, way side

From Greens Road to that Antoine Drive

Crew on da side playin' NBA Live

I'm too cool for school, ridin' on buckhide



Turnin' heads when I'm on that Scott

Hit them friends before they quickly stop

Boys in the mill talkin' 'bout they on top

8 months later, all them boys flop



Like it or not, I'm in the game and I'm showin' up

Keke got dat oil and I'm pourin' up

Hit the club with Captain Jack

And Big Steve representin' my hood, still throwin' up



Big money in the gang is the name bro

Candy, old school drop top, full of ho

Boys used to be sleepin' on me

But the champ is here, I guarantee that they ass woke



Ridin' on spoke, that's the elbow

Still rockin' in the ice, white shell toe

This for my boys from dat kelso

And you already know



I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted

Trunk cracked, windows tinted

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw



Comin' down so fly-y-y

Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw



Yeah, I'm still on that 5 9

But might see me on that 5 8, comin' down

All over the town, I like to get around

Jammin' my fat pat screwed up underground



Comin' down in the lime green 88

While them boys on the sideline wanna hate

Buck a kid for fuckin' up the state plate

I must admit, my life's great



T. Farris with me and there's no butter bends

Lookin' thru Lois Lane and me stackin' up ends

Bro's over hoes, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout friends

Got freedom on my arm for my dawg, Lil' Twen



Dub on the rim, that?s T.I.'s

Just like pretty Tod, I'm D-boy, fresh

Got oil comin' in and it's straight from the west

And the grill throwin' mesh on the Cadillac crest



Head of the best, I ain't messin' wit da rest

Santa Claus sled his palm, gritty red

Sippin' that taste takin it straight to da head

And that Swishahouse is what I rep till I'm dead



I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted

Trunk cracked, windows tinted

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw



Comin' down so fly-y-y

Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw



I'm tippin' fours and I'm sippin' fours

And I'm flippin' hoes with my partner, Clue

Posted up at that T S U or that Prairie View

With my patner, Clue



Oh, boys get out of line and chop

Tryin' to run up and jack my slab

This one here for my boy, Lil' Kee

I'm throwin' the duce up and gettin' boys dab



Pourin' da juice up and grippin' that ab

Wavin' hoods so the base showcase

Settin' the trends steady, choppin' up wind

With a diamond ice grin and paper, I chase



Taper fade by the bad boy shop

Tippin' slow, I'm screwed up and chopped

Listenin' to some of that some of that bad boy Earle

Them choppaholics, maybe that's Michael Watts



Choppin' the block up, holdin' the coupe up

[Incomprehensible], now I'm on them swangs

Grillin' women popped trunk full of bang

I'm third coast raised and I'm drippin' stains



I'm here to stay, tryin' to break that bread

Slowly throwed till the day I'm diseased

Leaning tough, I got a cup full of stuff

With a starched crease and a Johnny Dang piece



I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted

Trunk cracked, windows tinted

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw



Comin' down so fly-y-y

Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh

Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back

Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed

Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand

Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed



Any day of da week, new grill, new piece

From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold

New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side

Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll



I'm higher than a top flite, throwed 'em like a splitter

My pockets keep gettin' bigger 'cuz I'm one bad figga

Boppas 'n' gold diggaz on the track, at work

I'm hurtin' feelins in dat Benz wit a deuce and a Squirt



I'm a filibuster for hustlers, invadin' dem mark bustaz

Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp

Swangin' and woodworkin', convertin' these closed curtains

For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt



I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin'

These boys are steady hatin', so this pistol, I'm embracin'

Dat Lac is so amazin' and da elbows is skatin'

Cranker wires 'n' vogue tires, one hell of collaboration



Amos, Farris 'n' Slaton, we, Jordan, Jackson 'n' Pippen

Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'

Never been caught slippin' 'cuz dat glock, I hold

Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on



You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back

Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed

Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand

Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed



Any day of da week, new grill, new piece

From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold

New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side

Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll



I'm comin' down in a candy Lac, old skool

Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool

Tippin' paint, drippin' wet like a pool

Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels



Rumor is dat dem jackass on da sideline, schemin' and plottin'

But my mind on dem boppaz, if I spot 'em I got 'em

I got slabs, I got foreigns wit da seats, all plush

I got brandy wine gloss, baby, please don't touch



I got 20s, I got 4s I got screens and such

Boppaz yappin' 'cuz they say I tend to cap too much

I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp

Headlights on my ear when the night get dark



White ones on my toes, brand new, out the box

Interior decorate the watch, I'm connectin the dots

I got stocks, I got money, that's a fat billfold

Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on



You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back

Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed

Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand

Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed



Any day of da week, new grill, new piece

From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold

New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side

Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll



Hatin' is so contagious, these days, there's no cure

This new outbreak creatin' is out of hand for sure

These boys are steady lyin', my money is multiplyin'

Look close, there's no denyin', them boys softer than fur



Killa kush smoke, I blow as the lungs inhale

Gangsta leanin' on dat oil, I got a story to tell

Laws trippin' when they see me askin', "What's that smell?"

Raw FedEx-ed me some x pills, we call it email



Lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it

A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it

Steady breakin' boys off, 5 karat in earlobe

Givin' somethin' that you can feel, my swangas is in vogue



I'm too cool for school, all work no play

Impeccable with this pen, I got somethin' to say

My repertoire is throwed, I follow the G code

Let me tell ya how I roll, come on



You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back

Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed

Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand

Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed



Any day of da week, new grill, new piece

From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold

New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side

Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

Hey Eugene! Do you remember me?
I'm that chick you danced with two times
Through the Rufus album, Friday night, at that party
On Avenue A

Where your skinhead friend passed out
For several hours on the bathroom floor
And you told me, you weren't that drunk
And that I was your favorite Salsa dancer
You had ever come across in New York City

Eugene, Eugene, Eugene
I said, "Hello Eugene, are you there, Eugene?"

Hey Eugene, then we kissed
Once we lugged your friend into the elevator
And went to write my number on a soggy paper towel
And the car went down

And when we were finished making out
We noticed that your skinhead friend was gone, long gone
And you looked into my bloodshot eyes
And said, "Is it too soon if I call you Sunday?"

Eugene, Eugene, Eugene
I said, "Hello Eugene, are you there, Eugene?"

I said, "Hello Eugene, Eugene, Eugene"
I said, "Hello Eugene, are you there, Eugene?"
I said, "Hello Eugene, Eugene, Eugene
I said, "Hello Eugene, does any of this ring a bell, Eugene?"

I'm in town, girl, for just one night
You're so fine, girl, you're just my type
You just might make me miss my flight
Lemme lay your body down tonight

We gonna spend time, you name your price
I don't trip but for you, I might
Tryna get deep, girl, don't make me fight
Lemme lay your body down tonight

Open up ya eyes and ya see quite clear
No more crying, no more tears 'cause ya champion is here
I'm the superman you seek, I sweep ya off ya feet
From the moment our eyes meet, girl, you in for a treat

The attraction is so unique, the conversation is sweet
Love making under the sheets, it'll make the mission complete
Your body language is loud, girl, you speaking it well
But maybe I do the fool, put you under my spell

I'm suave and debonair, you sexy with long hair
This chemistry's so rare, just kick back and chill
Let the moment take control, ya Prada goes my gold?
But baby, let's take it slow, lemme show ya I'm real

If them looks could kill, ya be wanted in every state
Ya body shape is great, collaboratin' is fake
When you open up the gates, be ready to love make
I'm ready to back break, girl, you wet as a lake, I can't wait

I'm in town, girl, for just one night
You're so fine, girl, you're just my type
You just might make me miss my flight
Lemme lay your body down tonight

We gonna spend time, you name your price
I don't trip but for you, I might
Tryna get deep, girl, don't make me fight
Lemme lay your body down tonight

Go on and let ya hair down, you in the midst of a playa
I'm the answer to ya prayers, we make a perfect pair
I handle with great care, I'm packing, girl, beware
Go on, come back to my lair and I'll make you believe

Some slow jams and candle light, make the mood right
I do it just like ya like it, sweat ya out of ya weave
From the second you arrived to the moment you leave
I'll have you huffin' and puffin' but please don't forget to breathe

Ain't no tricks up my sleeve but I know you still debatin'
But baby, no more waitin', it's time for Mr. Slayton
Them other clowns been fakin' but I'm here for the takin'
No worries of baby makin' 'cause I pack a Gary Payton

Me and you layin' naked in them birthday suits
Is reserved in body rockin', baby, knockin' them boots
Now you know you lookin' cute but it's time to decide
All playing games aside, you gon' ride, baby

I'm in town, girl, for just one night
You're so fine, girl, you're just my type
You just might make me miss my flight
Lemme lay your body down tonight

We gonna spend time, you name your price
I don't trip but for you, I might
Tryna get deep, girl, don't make me fight
Lemme lay your body down tonight

Get closer, baby, tonight, I'll give you what you need
From the moment that our eyes met
Girl, I knew that you were meant for me
You and me and chemistry

So what you wanna do tonight?
I'm tryna be with you tonight
'Cause you're lookin' so nice
So nice

A bowl of strawberries and some ol' wet rose
Some ya sweet talkin' in ya ear, make ya come out them clothes
When the moon light reflect off the sweat of your skin
I'ma demonstrate, then separate the boys from the men

Lemme swim inside ya ocean, ya body is smooth as lotion
Let's get full of that potion and leave ya head full of grouse
Baby, it ain't no jokin' when I tell ya it's real
So baby, tell me how ya feel, what's the deal, baby?

We gonna spend time, you name your price
I don't trip but for you, I might
Tryna get deep, girl, don't make me fight
And lay your body down tonight
Down tonight

I Need My Money
I Need My Cash (x's 4)

I Need My Money
I Need My Cash
I Want It Right Here In My Hand
Or That's Your Ass
I Need My Cake
I Want My Bread
If I Don't Get Im Gunna Bust You
In Your Head (x's 2)

I've Been Hustlin On The Grind
Slow Motion On The Krete
Posted On The Corner
In My Kicks And Starch Creased
Chasin A Meal Ticket
So It's Shortage On The Sleep
I'm Addicted to Fast Money
So Theres Boughta Be Us A Steep
Peep The Way a Hustler Move
Out earnin My Keep
But Speak about my Profit
and take smoke up Out The Heat
You Playin Hide And Seek
But Them Games Need ta cease
If You Rather We Make peace
Then You Break Me Off A Piece

I Need Every Piece Of My Cash
Put That Paper In My Fist
Better Give Me My Interest
Or You Be ceasin To exsist

I'm Tired Of All That Runnin
Time To Man Up And Pay
I Need Retribution Now Or You'll Be In For A Bad Day

I Need My Money
I Need My Cash
I Want It Right Here In My Hand
Or That's Your Ass
I Need My Cake
I Want My Bread
If I Don't Get Im Gunna Bust You
In Your Head (x's 2)

I've Been On The Grind
Chasin' Paper All Over The Texas State
From Dallas To San Antonio My Resume' Is Great
I've Been Holdin' My Weight
For That Paper I Can't Wait
Give Me Every Dollar You Owe Me
Partner Don't You Dare Be Late
And Look
Make No Mistake
I'm So Serious About My Paper Stackin
So Get It Straight
I'm So Serious About This Pistol Packin
No Slackin
Don't Come Up Short
On Not A Single Penny
Yeah I Got Plenty
Bout You Owe Me O So Many
Gimme Them Benjamins
And Grants
Gimme Them Jacksons
And Them Georges
Either You Gunna Bring Me This Bread
Or Get Lit Up Like Torches

I Need My Money Now Partner
Come Up Off Of My Cake
Betta Hook Me Up Like Bait
Or You'll Be Floatin' Off In The Lake

I Need My Money
I Need My Cash
I Want It Right Here In My Hand
Or That's Your Ass
I Need My Cake
I Want My Bread
If I Don't Get Im Gunna Bust You
In Your Head (x's 2)

I'm on tha grind increasin the stock
with 6 o's in tha stash spot
wit my mind on cash hand on glock
gettin money evading cops
Milk n honey I need that guap
all that runnin it's time to stop
gimme that bread or get this lead
all that cash that big ol knot
you owe me but you be actin like you don't know me
but the next time I see you
ya better have somethin fo me
I'm hustlin I'm grindin and I'm stackin up that paper
I'm a bread breaker baby cake chaser money maker
My mind up on them dollas you neglectin' to pay
any means by every way I need my paper today
so gimme your watch gimme your car
even your socks or your shoes
it's time for you to pay your dues
or you gon' lose pardna

I Need My Money
I Need My Cash
I Want It Right Here In My Hand
Or That's Your Ass
I Need My Cake
I Want My Bread
If I Don't Get Im Gunna Bust You
In Your Head (x's 2)

Gimme That

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.

[Chorus]

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

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

Chorus [Paul Wall]
Slidin' on that oil, got me leanin' to the side.
hittin' switches, got me leanin' in my ride.
I'm comin' down, Grill's so icy
I'm comin' down, never seen nothin' like me.
[2 times]

[Skinhead Rob]
I'm a Kush Smoka, 20 inch hundred spoke-a
comin' thru with a hundred round supa soaker
Still suited in Joker, Scandalous in Cartoon
6 dudes wired, real sharp as a harpoon
I'm bowin down, doin it I stay in the box
steady ridin' dirty, steady duckin' the cops
I'm burned out, lit up. Maskin' my fears
Man it's hard to stay focused when they're blasting your peers.
I only fuck with real dealers and killers who really ride
Trust when they bust they're triggers. who really died?
They figure he really high, figure they're really right.
Figure not to dance, they figure he really might
get it how you live, on the grind for mine.
Only roll with motherfuckers that are fine with dyin.
got a mindless nine, keep it right under my front seat.
lookin for no trouble. If it bubble we done beat.

Chorus

[Paul Wall]
I got Swangas and Vogues on my Cadillac dropper.
When I pull up to the light, baby I'm a show stopper.
Boys talkin' down, need to start talkin' proper.
My security guard is an AK chopper.

[Skinhead Rob]
I'm a juero pistolero with a fistful of metal
You fuckin with my perro, I'ma split your sombrero.
Treatin' enemies like elbows, gettin' em off me.
Got access to silencers, I'm killin' em softly

[Paul Wall]
That oil got me sleepy, and jealous got me strapped
so I slide off in the Lac' with a Glock in my lap.
Still Sittin' Sideways, Caddy Corner on them thangs
swangin' in and out the lane with some ice in my fang

[Skinhead Rob]
Champagne Continental, Drank and diamond dental.
Got four old-schools with the help of a rental.
Get's mental off the oil with a touch of that sprite.
Two hundred dollar bliunts, homie who got the light?

Chorus