Paul Wall

You're gonna hear the pages turn
Let me take my Gazelle's off
Don't want this thing
but can't let go
Even though I need it so
Your arms they soothe me
But I ain't no game
I ain't no toy
I ain't just brain
This ain't no movie mane
I'm a real woman
Been down this road before
I just need more
Why does my body ignore
what my mind says
I try to keep it intact
but I'm here in this bed
I need to listen listen
Why does my body ignore
what my mind says
I try to keep it intact
but I'm here in this bed
I need to listen
Emotions deep down inside of me
I'm trying to hide but they
keep finding me
I want to lay low
but continuously you do
Unh unh unh
All the right things
So sweet to me
What do I do
Why does my body ignore
what my mind says
I try to keep it intact
but I'm here in this bed
I need to damn
Why does my body ignore
what my mind says
I try to keep it intact
but I'm here in this bed
Again I'm scared Again
Oh oh oh
You got that ocean of soul
Baby you super thick
And I'm the man of
steel with skills
Call me Super Dick
I got that technique that
keeps you cummin back to back
And I know you feel it all in
your stomach whenever you
arch your back
I'm a pull yo hair
I know you love that
When I maneuver this tongue
your eyes roll back
I work them side angles
I'm a Kama Sutra pro
Kitchen table down to the flo
Ass in the air while you
biting that pillow
Girl you know how I chop and screw
That's what a diamond chip dick do
That's what a diamond chip dick do
Oh my mind says
and my body says
something different
Why does my body ignore
what my mind says
I try to keep it intact
but I'm here in this bed
He got that thickness the kind
that make you get up makin
biscuits with
Breakfast so gone
Why does my body ignore
what my mind says
I try to keep it intact
but I'm here in this bed
I'm scared of this love
He got that thickness the kind
that make you get up
makin biscuits with
Breakfast so gone
And I ain't even thinkin bout
the next chick that
he mess with so
Reckless so gone

[Paul Wall]
Shit shit
I'm just a skinny ass nigga
With word on my shoulders
Hard night as a motherfucker
My daddy was a solider
I'm holy never
Straight forward
Leap with it
Split
Haters all in my vision
I'm trying to start my living
Shots what i'm given
I don't miss when I kill em

Lord wont show me some mercy
Its just business
Gotta get it
In my city better watch it
Devil
Always busy
Stetchin' my mind shit
Smoking toll i'm busy
When i'm speaking my mind
Trying to stay out of prison
Every time that i'm spitting
Caps that i'm pillagin'
Shit i'm
Natural born killer

[Chorus]
Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime
Don't fuck with me
If you see me getting high
Trying to keep my piece of mind
Don't fuck with me
You don't like what i'm saying
You don't like my appearance
Don't fuck with me
The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150
Don't fuck with me

[Jay Rock]
Ain no motherfucker gonna hold my grind
Put the line
Ain't got time
I gotta keep it
While i'm still in my prime
My future looking clearer
Darth vader
Escaping like ya mean
No feel
No deal
Post it up on the top tier
Too many powder breaks
Shaking in the case dear
Skid row
Right back at the spot
Till they drop me in the grave
I can't stop
One way or another
I will be on top
In jail
Knock on wood
I gotta get it outta here
Don't fuck with me

[Chorus]
Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime
Don't fuck with me
If you see me getting high
Trying to keep my piece of mind
Don't fuck with me
You don't like what i'm saying
You don't like my appearance
Don't fuck with me
The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150
Don't fuck with me

[Kurupt]
Im a hellhound
For youth
Blue chukka motherfukcer
Steve soul
Healer monster
Keeler monster
Jay humphries
Godzilla
Killa
Nigga
Backup swilla
Multiple villains
Eclipse the gorillas
I'm ape shit for
Cooked like bacon eggs and grits
On some G-shit
Take some cheddar
Bricks
Get you clips
Get the fuck off the
Molatov
Kurrupt im sick
And quickly so nigga
Don't fuck with me

[Chorus]
Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime
Don't fuck with me
If you see me getting high
Trying to keep my piece of mind
Don't fuck with me
You don't like what i'm saying
You don't like my appearance
Don't fuck with me
The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me

[Chorus]
If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there posted on that 59
I got a burna in my lap at all times
And a bag a 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 Rome
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

[Chorus: x2]

I'm a block burner like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin 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 a plastic might stretch ya out jus' like elastic
I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close
Bankrolls and fine hoes fancy cars and starch clothes
Weed cigars and Moet rolls pints a bar and kushy dro
Dime collector outside the club in candy toy with tha 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 yall jus wat it do

[Chorus: x2]

Its hustle time Texas
I do this for tha streets
Grindin' wit no sleep because that paper what I seek
That hatin' need ta cease I'm evadin' the police
And I been hustlin' since hulk hogan body slammed the iron sheek
My flo is outta sight but them boys is all hype
They cant see me up on tha 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 wit burna in hand cause now a days them jackas plot
Jealousy turn friends ta foes im packin' glocks around tha clock
Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes
Chasin' paper and ridin' vogues
Get that dough wit out tha po's
On five nine double O

[Chorus: x2]

[Talking]
[Paul Wall]
What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House
[B.G.]
And this B.Gizzle - the heart of the streetz
[Paul Wall]
it go down knah'im'talkin bout, bangin screw
[B.G.]
H-Town, N.O. connection
[Paul Wall]
knah'im'talkin
[B.G.]
Let's go!

[Chorus - Yung Redd]
I know you hate when I get tired of that slab - then switch to another
my partner do the same - mayne they all differant colors
got candy paint drippin, you in my trunk stutter (st - stutter)
it's the state I'm in that'll tell you I'm a hustler (hustler)
I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap
comin down the boulevard just holdin slab
Aye I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap
comin down the boulevard just holdin slab

[Verse 1 - B.G.]
You know me B.Geezy from way back
before they made the Phanthom's, or they made the Maybach's
it was Impala this - it was 'Lac that
it was loud rump, wood grain, and wet - wet
times changed niggaz stuntin game picked up
you can stay at home if ya whip ain't whipped up
cause you done slipped up hoes ain't even peepin'
if ya shit ain't mean, and ya grill ain't blingin'
I'm comin hard dogg everyday of the week
black Benz, black Range, black Infinity Jeep
the black Porsche truck got the freak bendin over
the camoflauge truck it's representin solider

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Paul Wall]
Move out the way baby boy here I come
I'm the topical discussion like that boy Vince Young
I'm on the boulevard holdin'workin wood grain wheel
top down, sun shinin on my ice tray grill
the car fresh out the wash no soap, just water
turnin everybodies head with my remote control starter
I'm a head turner flippin in my old school dropper
tippin down on 8 - 4's look, oh so proper
I'm flossin with my partner Memphis in that black on black
wavin trunk down West Park to make the boppers attract
them hoes don't know how to act - I'm hoggin lane in the Lac
and I'm a keep on ridin swangers till them hoes start to clack...baby

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - B.G.]
If you can get it, I got it...if you have it, I had it
from the Lex, to the Benz, from Denali, to Caddi
ridin'fly no doubt twenty - fo's and up
I'm ridin slow cause purple kool aid in my cup
I'm a down south boy you know we shine
you workin with somethin you hear them hoes holla(waaahhh)
my pockets on swoll, my whip on beam
I started that shit so you know my wrist bling
I went to H - Town to see Paul Wizzy
I left with my grizzy lookin so pretty
got diamonds from the bottom - to the top of my grill
these couple hundred thousands tryin to turn into a mill

[Chorus]