Paul Wall Album

(feat. Mike Jones)

[Snippets from U.G.K. songs Bun-B (Pimp-C)]
They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'

or smokin' that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised

(Texas muthafucka that's where I stay)

[Paul Wall]
All ready!
What you know about swangaz and vogues
What you know bout' purple drank
What you know bout' poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint
What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol' chains with a iced out piece
You don't know bout' Michael Watts
You don't know about DJ Screw
What you know about "MAN! Hold UP", I done came down and what it do?
They don't know about P.A.T

What you know bout' FREE PIMP C
What you know bout' the Swishahouse man
What you know bout' the S.U.C

We keep it playa, ain't no fake
When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star state
Outta towners be comin' around
Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down
but you don't know nuthin' bout my town
either hold it down or move around

[Snippets from U.G.K. songs Bun-B (Pimp-C)]
They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'

or smokin' that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised

(Texas muthafucka that's where I stay)

[Mike Jones]
MIKE JONES!
Me and Paul we actin' a fool
When screens fall I'm packin' a tool
I'm texas raised, texas made
We grind daily no minimum wage
I represent the home of candy cars
Screw music and purple bar
Trunk bangin', fifth hangin'
84's and vogue swangin'
Belt-buckles we wear in Texas
Rag-tops lay down on Lexus
Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace
Haters hate cuz we well respected
Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the microphone
We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome
Tryin' to get our shine on
I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the microphone
We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome
Tryin' to get our shine on
I crack a smile and show platinum mouth
Every time I rap I rep Swishahouse
I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults
5 G's for me to even open my mouth

[Snippets from U.G.K. songs Bun-B (Pimp-C)]
They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'

or smokin' that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised

(Texas muthafucka that's where I stay)

[Paul Wall]
All Ready!
Hold on, hold up a second cuz
boys comin' down blue or red
Down here pimpin' ain't dead
Grindin' daily to stack my bread
I from the place where girls jump fly
Now a days the brauds pimp brauds
Cuz they got more game then most these guys
You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed
You don't know bout' chunkin' a deuce
You don't know bout a southside fade
Down here we be ridin' d's
But you don't know about choppin blades
Texas southern or Prarie View
What you know bout' battle of the bands
Down here we got ghetto girls
Like wings, chicken or Timmy Chan's
You can catch me ridin' swangs
What you know about sippin' syrup
You don't know about pourin' it up
Purple drank some speeches slurred
You don't know bout' the way we talk
Boys say we got country words
But I don't really care what you heard
Cuz you don't know bout' the Dirty 3rd

[Snippets from U.G.K. songs Bun-B (Pimp-C)]
They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'

or smokin' that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised

(feat. Bun B, H.A.W.K., Killer Mike)

[talking]
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

[Hook - 9x]
That's what that is pimp

[Bun B]
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

[Hook - 8x]

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook - 8x]

[Killer Mike]
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

[H.A.W.K.]
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
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running

[No lyrics]

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook]
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

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]
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 got game, is there any more questions

(feat. Danie Marie)

[Talking - Paul Wall (Female)]
Ay say pretty girl, what it do?
(Wussup) You got a minute?
If not put ya call away ma', I got two
I'm just sayin', I'm tryin' to see what's up with it
I'm just sayin' tho' (What you sayin?)

I'd be obliged if you step outside
This fly guy is awaitin' love makin'
The passenger side of my ride is vacant and
if you can give me just a minute or two
Or just a few I'd like to introduce ya to somethin new
First off, I gotta say I'm not ya average type
Why don't you get to know me better for the rest of the night
I know you like the type of guys that be takin' you shoppin'
But you a independent women, so I know you ain't boppin', let's get it poppin'
My hormomes is drivin' me wild
This slim waist and pretty smile, are just my style
Why don't we kick it into second gear, have no fear
I'm in ya ear, the chick magnet is here

[Chorus - Danie Marie]
I don't know, what it is
About you, but I wanna ride with you
I been watchin' you, watchin' me
I wanna know, if I can spend a night with you
I really like how you do your thing
It's so playa baby what's yo name?
I love the way that you do yo thing
It's so playa, and I wanna ride with you

[Paul Wall]
It's more to me then just the "know what I'm sayin"
A dime piece slayer it's hard work being a player
And I don't really mean that in a literal sense
But if you listenin' to hard then it might not make sense
It don't make somebody a playa 'cause they cheat on they wife
Nah, being a playa is more like a way of life
But enough with all this chattin', girl let's make somethin' happen
When the chick magnet get to mackin' it's a fatal attraction
it was like, A chain reaction, when I looked in ya eyes
I must admit that I'm intrigued by the size of them thighs
Compliments I keep em' comin'
My resume' display how I keep em' cummin'
I'm the chick magnet

[Chorus]

[Paul Wall]
You might be marriage material, but let's not jump conclusions
Just relax and what will come, will come
All that winin', dinings fine but I'm.

thinkin' along the lines of bump & grind
I gotta 1 track mind, and I really don't know.

if that's what you like me to think
But the fact of the matter is I'm not quite what you think
I'll give you total access, if you come lay on my mattress
and let me poke you like a cactus I'll deliver the package
I like you, thick like molassis in your dubious maximus
If you ride me I might wreck somethin' like a car accident
So tighten up on your backstroke, and roll with a king
Cuz I'm the captain of the drill-team

The chick magnet

(feat. Poppy, Slim Thug)

This is ghetto reality in Texas..

[Hook - 2x]
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

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook - 2x]

[Poppy]
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

[Hook - 2x]

[Slim Thug]
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
They plotting up on you, trying to pull em a stunt

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook]
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

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]
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 opportunity pass
It really ain't no telling, how long my money gon last
So I mash and get it fast, first class for real

(feat. Lew Hawk, Gu-U)

Break bread (where them ballers at)
Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at)
Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at)
Break bread-break bread

Break bread - [15x]

[Hook - 2x]
You breaking bread, what's up with it
You breaking bread, what's up with it
I'm turning heads, when I enter the club
I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above

[Paul Wall]
When it comes to jewelry, I'm like T.J. Ford
Cause my diamonds, average bout 15 points
All my T.V. VS, nothing less than the best
So I guess, that means I got expensive breath
But I'm more than just jewelry, I'm more than just ice
But me looking like a scrub, just wouldn't safice
I got rolls gold glowing, lap tops showing
Bremie Louis the Thirteenth, to keep it flowing
I can keep going and going, but what's the use
You know I'm balling in the mix, cause I got the juice
I run with wise guys, so it's no surprise
Everywhere I go, women undress me with they eyes
Boys can't knock it, I'm on the rise like a rocket
Big bank take lil' bank, I let you pick which pocket
My wrist glowing, like I stuck my hand in a socket
It's Paul Wall can't nobody stop it, break bread

[Hook - 2x]

[Lew Hawk]
I'm a star stunning nigga, when I step in the club
Channel sets cross my wrist, just like a light bulb
Got Gucci cross my feet, while I shock and rock
Popping Crystal bottles, will make these hoes bop
We some top notch playas, ain't no time for acting
We need ATM machines, for the loot we stacking
Better think shoot a fee, I bet it won't break me
Plus I spend a few G's, up in VIP
It's the currency, that make these hoochies hunch
All they want is a hour fifty, take em out to lunch
But they must be drunk, I never trick off ends
Just flip a blue Benz, with the blue eyes lens
On 16 headed North, with my chrome girlfriend
She could make your life end, and not get sent to the Penn
This for my niggaz in the Penn, that won't see sunshine
Got princess cuts in my mouth, you could see sunshine, break bread

[Hook - 2x]

[Gu-U]
Jumping in the slab, I'm bound to turn heads
In something's blue red, running lights like the FED's
Man I feel like Pac, it's all eyes on me
Sitting on 23's, in the black SUV
A life of luxury, that's the life for me
You can catch me at the mall, spending 15 thee
On the piece and chain, got rocks and rings
Hoes attitudes changed, since I'm having thangs
It's hard to explain, but that's the way it goes
Over night I went from showing rocks, to rocking shows
Hoes that wouldn't speak, now they watching me
But I'm trying to figure out, is it the watch or me
Or the foreign car, with the blue eyed lens
It's a bird it's a plane, that's my made back Benz
Is we cutting or what, is what I'm asking her
In Texas she saw my chain, it's a massacre, break bread

(feat. Trae)

[Hook]
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

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook]

[Trae]
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

[Hook]

[Trae]
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

[Paul Wall]
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
But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw

[talking]
Know I'm tal'n bout, already
I'm just saying though

[Hook - 2x]
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)

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook - 2x]

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook - 2x]

[Paul Wall]
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
But I'm none of the above it ain't me, know I'm tal'n bout

[Chamillionaire]
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

[Hook]
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

[Chamillionaire]
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

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
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

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
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

[Devin the Dude]
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
But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man

[Talking - Paul Wall]
Aww, that hoe gangsta......Live from the GRITIRON
It's the people's champ..Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

I gotta, do what I do cuz I do it so well
Stackin' my mail and at the same time avoiding that sale
You gotta feel all that I'm sayin' like it's written in brail
But if not, oh well cuz sooner or later you will
I'm all about stackin' my bread but not the kind that go stale
If you bout it as well, holla at ya boy on the cell
My pockets phatter then a whale, cut deeper then a whail
cuz I put in work, and move slow like a snail
I can do my slabs out, we can play show and tell
Laptops made by dell, when the tv's fell
In this game..either you buy or you sell
Let's make a deal I keep it real, it ain't no cheatin' my scale
At the end of the trail, the truth will be unvailed
But right now, you weak and frail, boy you scary as hell
So go back under ya shell, cuz you under my spell
I never fail..I hold it down like yeah jail

[Hook - Big Shasta (Paul Wall)] (Repeat)
Now you could call me what you want cuz I be all that
See the rims under the 'lac now what you call that?
9 times outta 10 I'm probably where them brauds at
(But I'ma hustler, I keep somethin' to fall back)

[Yung Redd]
Yeah!, I'ma baller so a playa 'bove them rims
I sit 24, inches above them rims
And all these hoes wanna flock inside the club with him
9 times outta 10 dimes ridin' with him
Whoa!, but I can never fall, y'all off forever, ball tall
take mines get out 9 then chalk y'all
And I got hoes everyday of the calendar
Tippin 4-5 yeah I drive from the passenger
I talk it, I live it, admit it, you name it, I did it
I'm pimpin' these bitches I got it you never gon' get it
Got somethin' in my pocket, I spit it and get a profit
You see them 20's squattin' got the whole hood watchin'
Ain't nothin' change but the 0's on the check
As soon as we re-up we gon' flood the set
Nigga, but you can call me what you want cuz I be all that
7-1-3, Yung Redd what you call that?

[Talking - Yung Redd]
Yeah (7-1-3), Yung Redd..my nigga Paul Wall
Big Shasta..Sucka Free, Paid In Full..Yeah, Yeah

[Hook - Big Shasta (Paul Wall)] (Repeat)
Now you could call me what you want cuz I be all that
See the rims under the 'lac now what you call that?
9 times outta 10 I'm probably where them brauds at
(But I'ma hustler, I keep somethin' to fall back)

(feat. Kyle Lee, Mark G)

[Hook - 4x]
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(my life) my life (my life)

[Kyle Lee]
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

[Hook - 4x]

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook - 4x]

[Mark G]
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

[Hook - 4x]
Y'all don't know shit, about my life