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from Frankie J - The One (2005)
What's dime like you holdin up
the wall for You should be dancin uh yeah You should be dancin uh yeah All the guys in the spot Better yet nobody's had the nerve To talk to you So let me talk to you You lookin good from your head Down to your shoes girl Whats your name and who you with And do you got a man I can't believe that you came in by yourself girl But if it's up to me I'd guarantee That you won't leave here alone Yo body's like whoa oh oh oh I'm trying to get you on the floor Oh oh oh You already know what it is So girl stop acting and get to dancing Oh oh oh Now quit playing Come on get in da groove Back it upget low Let ya body move girl The DJ's playing my song I've been waiting all night long And I'm glad to be dancin' with you You looking good from yo head down to yo shoes girl Cuz the way that you're grinding Has got me in a trance girl I can't believe that you came in by yourself girl If it was up to me I'd guarantee That you won't leave here alone Oh oh oh Yo body's like whoa oh oh oh I'm trying to get you on the floor Oh oh oh You already know what it is So girl stop acting and get to dancing Oh oh oh Girl I know that you want to so lets stop wasting time And let's dance all night Cuz I know what you want and I got what you need So girl come with me I wanna make it good for you I'm trying to get you on the floor Oh oh oh Yo body's like whoa I'm trying to get you on the floor Oh oh oh You already know what it is So girl stop acting and get to dancing Oh oh oh Yo body's like whoa oh oh oh I'm trying to get you on the floor Oh oh oh You already know what it is So girl stop acting and get t o dancing Oh oh oh |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
I'm ballin baby ["big ballin" - repeat and stutter]
Gridiron on the beat Big house, big car Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere I'm ballin man, I ain't braggin I'm just tellin you what it is like, I'm ballin Knahmtalkinbout? Whattup {?} I see you on the beat mo' betta [Paul Wall] I'm comin down, candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie 12 coats of that clear lookin like some grape jelly My paint's drippin wet, my slab is superb Park the truck and catchin boppers down here in this dirty third I hold it down for the block bleeders workin overtime Not concerned at all with petty shit, I'm occupied on the grind I keep my mind on breakin bread, makin chess moevs, thinkin ahead I soaked up game at a early age, I'm built for this, I'ma seasoned vet Swangers symbolize respect, cain't just anybody tip on Vogues They'll catch you slippin in the turnin lane, and leave ya ass naked walkin home Candy on chrome is how I drive, with screens fallin in the back of the ride My music screwed and my drank is purple, go and take a sip I'd be obliged I'm comin straight from the land of the fry, the city of syrup and the home of Screw I'm on the block with my potnah Gooch, stashin cash in my Reebok shoe What that do I can't complain, the candy gloss drippin off the frame Ball in the mix I'm off the chain, it's goin down H-Town [Chorus 4X: Paul Wall] I'm big ballin baby, yeahhh, and I'm spendin cheese I'm on my grind all day makin money with ease [Paul Wall] I'm grippin on that woodgrain, I'm sippin on that good drank I'm showin love to every side and every neighborhood mayne I got them neon lights glowin, representin my block I'm on that 59 South, ridin with my trunk popped From that Homestead to that Spice Lane, I'm on Scott, in the turning lane I'm headed straight to that Timmy Chan's, order up and let's get some wangs New Hawk on that chan-nel, I'm on that dolly right On the way to my gran-ty house, I'm navigated by bubble lights I'm teded{?} by that junior, I'm cut up by White Mike Busted up by that Mr. Davis, sluggin me is a beautiful night That chrome is quite atrocious, complimented by candy gloss I'm tiptoein on fo' swangers, eighty-fo's like Randy Moss Open mouth and show platinum grill, it's like a disco ball I got expensive tastes, courtesy of expensive jaws They see me comin grill and woman, truck bumpin Knockin pictures off the wall is nuttin cause I'm a baller [Chorus] [Paul Wall] When the speakers start bumpin and that fifth relax I make the trunk dance around like it's doin jumpin jacks I'm ridin on them Spyders, them eighty-fo's tiptoein And that trunk is exaulted with them neon lights glowin The candy paint's immaculate, drippin wet up off the fender Beat the block up like a boxer, chop the street up like a blender I got the flat screens fallin down from the ceiling And the platinum mouthpiece with diamonds in the filling I'm big ballin, grippin grain, breakin bread, I'm stackin change Gettin money I'm havin thangs with two commas, I can't complain Drippin candy paint, off the frame, switchin lanes In the turning lane leavin stains, cause I'm a baller [Chorus] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
I'm ballin baby ["big ballin" - repeat and stutter]
Gridiron on the beat Big house, big car Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere I'm ballin man, I ain't braggin I'm just tellin you what it is like, I'm ballin Knahmtalkinbout? Whattup {?} I see you on the beat mo' betta [Paul Wall] I'm comin down, candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie 12 coats of that clear lookin like some grape jelly My paint's drippin wet, my slab is superb Park the truck and catchin boppers down here in this dirty third I hold it down for the block bleeders workin overtime Not concerned at all with petty shit, I'm occupied on the grind I keep my mind on breakin bread, makin chess moevs, thinkin ahead I soaked up game at a early age, I'm built for this, I'ma seasoned vet Swangers symbolize respect, cain't just anybody tip on Vogues They'll catch you slippin in the turnin lane, and leave ya ass naked walkin home Candy on chrome is how I drive, with screens fallin in the back of the ride My music screwed and my drank is purple, go and take a sip I'd be obliged I'm comin straight from the land of the fry, the city of syrup and the home of Screw I'm on the block with my potnah Gooch, stashin cash in my Reebok shoe What that do I can't complain, the candy gloss drippin off the frame Ball in the mix I'm off the chain, it's goin down H-Town [Chorus 4X: Paul Wall] I'm big ballin baby, yeahhh, and I'm spendin cheese I'm on my grind all day makin money with ease [Paul Wall] I'm grippin on that woodgrain, I'm sippin on that good drank I'm showin love to every side and every neighborhood mayne I got them neon lights glowin, representin my block I'm on that 59 South, ridin with my trunk popped From that Homestead to that Spice Lane, I'm on Scott, in the turning lane I'm headed straight to that Timmy Chan's, order up and let's get some wangs New Hawk on that chan-nel, I'm on that dolly right On the way to my gran-ty house, I'm navigated by bubble lights I'm teded{?} by that junior, I'm cut up by White Mike Busted up by that Mr. Davis, sluggin me is a beautiful night That chrome is quite atrocious, complimented by candy gloss I'm tiptoein on fo' swangers, eighty-fo's like Randy Moss Open mouth and show platinum grill, it's like a disco ball I got expensive tastes, courtesy of expensive jaws They see me comin grill and woman, truck bumpin Knockin pictures off the wall is nuttin cause I'm a baller [Chorus] [Paul Wall] When the speakers start bumpin and that fifth relax I make the trunk dance around like it's doin jumpin jacks I'm ridin on them Spyders, them eighty-fo's tiptoein And that trunk is exaulted with them neon lights glowin The candy paint's immaculate, drippin wet up off the fender Beat the block up like a boxer, chop the street up like a blender I got the flat screens fallin down from the ceiling And the platinum mouthpiece with diamonds in the filling I'm big ballin, grippin grain, breakin bread, I'm stackin change Gettin money I'm havin thangs with two commas, I can't complain Drippin candy paint, off the frame, switchin lanes In the turning lane leavin stains, cause I'm a baller [Chorus] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Chorus: sped-up sample of "Oh Girl" by the Chi-Lites]
Ohhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how Ohhhhhhhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how Ohhhh.. {*cut off and echoes*} [Paul Wall] It started off, we were two peas in the pod Motivated by love with the blessings of God We were head over heels in this love thang Funny ain't it thinkin back, our friends thought it was just a fling I used to call you on the phone, late night tip Mackin to you in your ear, conversation well equipped I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile But all the while your roommates were in denial We felt a lot of jealousy from the very start Your so-called friends kept tryin to tear us apart They used to tell you all kinda lies Just like a wolf in sheep's clothing, the devil came in disguise They transformed all your smiles into tears to sabotage your happiness and blamed it on my busy career I gave you e'rythang, aimin to please But I guess it wasn't enough, cause now you ready to leave But don't go baby [Chorus] [Paul Wall - over Chorus] What it do baby, don't leave me hangin baby I know you feelin this, I'm just sayin though I know you hearin me, so don't do it baby You know I keep it real, just let me tell you somethin [Paul Wall] Lil' momma been down with me for a while When you tryin to smile I'm the one you like to dial But lately I've been on a mission for commission So while you at home wishin you was with me I've been missin But listen I'm tryin to lace you up with diamonds that glisten I got a vision so baby you need to kill all the fiction Don't listen to what your friends sayin, they just jealous cause they on the sidelines watchin while you in the game playin I'm just sayin you should be stayin, but I ain't trippin I'm in love with my money baby that's how I'm livin You know I got you on my mind like an {?} And all of your naggin me and whinin it got me fed up I'm on the grind hustlin, stackin my cash But you just thank I'm in the streets chasin after some ass Tryin to break that bread, I'm tryin to get that cake But you complainin talkin 'bout you fin' to skate, baby what it do [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm tryin to tell you 'bout your friends hatin While they be over there complainin I'm just on my grind paper chasin You got them insecure thoughts in your mind But instead of chasin hoes I be overtime on my grind You steady listenin to the gossip in the beauty shop But all them jealous single females want what you got They would do anythang to take yo' place Cause everytime I come around they be givin me that sex face You ridin shotgun in the James Bond Benz With the frog-eyed lens on them 20 inch do rims So why you worried about your jealous so-called friends I'm just on my grind tryin to stack me up some ends baby I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile And all the while your jealous friends been in denial I ain't askin much, lil' momma just keep it real Either you're down with me or not, baby what's the deal [Chorus] - 2.5X w/o cut-off until last 1/2 repeat |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Chorus: sped-up sample of "Oh Girl" by the Chi-Lites]
Ohhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how Ohhhhhhhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how Ohhhh.. {*cut off and echoes*} [Paul Wall] It started off, we were two peas in the pod Motivated by love with the blessings of God We were head over heels in this love thang Funny ain't it thinkin back, our friends thought it was just a fling I used to call you on the phone, late night tip Mackin to you in your ear, conversation well equipped I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile But all the while your roommates were in denial We felt a lot of jealousy from the very start Your so-called friends kept tryin to tear us apart They used to tell you all kinda lies Just like a wolf in sheep's clothing, the devil came in disguise They transformed all your smiles into tears to sabotage your happiness and blamed it on my busy career I gave you e'rythang, aimin to please But I guess it wasn't enough, cause now you ready to leave But don't go baby [Chorus] [Paul Wall - over Chorus] What it do baby, don't leave me hangin baby I know you feelin this, I'm just sayin though I know you hearin me, so don't do it baby You know I keep it real, just let me tell you somethin [Paul Wall] Lil' momma been down with me for a while When you tryin to smile I'm the one you like to dial But lately I've been on a mission for commission So while you at home wishin you was with me I've been missin But listen I'm tryin to lace you up with diamonds that glisten I got a vision so baby you need to kill all the fiction Don't listen to what your friends sayin, they just jealous cause they on the sidelines watchin while you in the game playin I'm just sayin you should be stayin, but I ain't trippin I'm in love with my money baby that's how I'm livin You know I got you on my mind like an {?} And all of your naggin me and whinin it got me fed up I'm on the grind hustlin, stackin my cash But you just thank I'm in the streets chasin after some ass Tryin to break that bread, I'm tryin to get that cake But you complainin talkin 'bout you fin' to skate, baby what it do [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm tryin to tell you 'bout your friends hatin While they be over there complainin I'm just on my grind paper chasin You got them insecure thoughts in your mind But instead of chasin hoes I be overtime on my grind You steady listenin to the gossip in the beauty shop But all them jealous single females want what you got They would do anythang to take yo' place Cause everytime I come around they be givin me that sex face You ridin shotgun in the James Bond Benz With the frog-eyed lens on them 20 inch do rims So why you worried about your jealous so-called friends I'm just on my grind tryin to stack me up some ends baby I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile And all the while your jealous friends been in denial I ain't askin much, lil' momma just keep it real Either you're down with me or not, baby what's the deal [Chorus] - 2.5X w/o cut-off until last 1/2 repeat |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
Yuh, boys plexin
When somebody, holdin plex We gon' let 'em know what it do though Knahmtalkinbout? Yuh [Chorus: Paul Wall] I'm stompin down on my Reebok white, rearview mirror jackers in sight Not to worry I fear no bite, I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight Got plex I got the pump, got plex I got the pump Got plex I got the pump, what it do, that's what's up [Paul Wall] Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wet But not to fear I'm totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American Express I never leave home without the heater, I'm strapped up like a straightjacket I'm certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccup Bend the corner bitch move around, I'll know ya head right by ya edge-up Seen ya straight to {?}, emergency room, ICU And have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tube Why these suckers eyein me, you don't wanna be tryin me Keep on lookin at me strange, I'ma have you seein siamese Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play Keep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you lay [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times] [Archie Lee] I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-ly Sayin you gon' hold me, you gon' have to show me Draped in all black so I can stay low key So when they ask who done it won't nobody know me The whole fuckin H-Town, that's my hood I'ma put in they face so they can get it understood Mister master Archie Lee but you can call me Hollyhood I could cap on down, but I'ma keep it hood Check it out - fuckin rappin 'bout it, be about it Got plex with the Mister, bitch come see me about it (yeah) Real gangsters don't talk about what they gon' do ya They just cock the hammer back and let them slugs fly through ya [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times] [Cootabang] If it's plex that ya holdin the gat attached I expose it And explode the flesh off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shoulders Homey who's takin over with soldiers, they can't control us They ain't understandin my motives, hold up pop the trunk and show us Artillery digger make you say shiver me timbers I'm off of the chain especially off Hennessy liquor It's Coot-banger, number one suspect for danger You niggaz can be decoded but the tec'll make you famous I'm out there SwishaHouse with Archie and Paul Got plex, then it's a mess you'll be too wet for a towel You'll be the color I'm reppin, that's what's poppin If you think you heard the weapon, that's Coot B cockin [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
Yuh, boys plexin
When somebody, holdin plex We gon' let 'em know what it do though Knahmtalkinbout? Yuh [Chorus: Paul Wall] I'm stompin down on my Reebok white, rearview mirror jackers in sight Not to worry I fear no bite, I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight Got plex I got the pump, got plex I got the pump Got plex I got the pump, what it do, that's what's up [Paul Wall] Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wet But not to fear I'm totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American Express I never leave home without the heater, I'm strapped up like a straightjacket I'm certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccup Bend the corner bitch move around, I'll know ya head right by ya edge-up Seen ya straight to {?}, emergency room, ICU And have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tube Why these suckers eyein me, you don't wanna be tryin me Keep on lookin at me strange, I'ma have you seein siamese Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play Keep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you lay [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times] [Archie Lee] I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-ly Sayin you gon' hold me, you gon' have to show me Draped in all black so I can stay low key So when they ask who done it won't nobody know me The whole fuckin H-Town, that's my hood I'ma put in they face so they can get it understood Mister master Archie Lee but you can call me Hollyhood I could cap on down, but I'ma keep it hood Check it out - fuckin rappin 'bout it, be about it Got plex with the Mister, bitch come see me about it (yeah) Real gangsters don't talk about what they gon' do ya They just cock the hammer back and let them slugs fly through ya [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times] [Cootabang] If it's plex that ya holdin the gat attached I expose it And explode the flesh off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shoulders Homey who's takin over with soldiers, they can't control us They ain't understandin my motives, hold up pop the trunk and show us Artillery digger make you say shiver me timbers I'm off of the chain especially off Hennessy liquor It's Coot-banger, number one suspect for danger You niggaz can be decoded but the tec'll make you famous I'm out there SwishaHouse with Archie and Paul Got plex, then it's a mess you'll be too wet for a towel You'll be the color I'm reppin, that's what's poppin If you think you heard the weapon, that's Coot B cockin [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
Yessir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Maf-i-UHH! It's goin down [Chorus: repeat 4X] Eighty-fo's (eighty-fo's) candy paint (candy paint) Switchin lanes (switchin lanes) sippin drank (sippin drank) [Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me, these hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth Do's open, do's close, where's the camera I'll strike a pose I'm still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip That purple drank is what I sip, in my cell phone keep a chip I'm talkin bid'ness I put it down, I'm choppin blades and I'm poppin shrooms I'm from the land of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I'm on the prowl I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it's goin down Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what's the deal [Chorus] [DJ Paul] We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade We po' that purple drank straight up like it's that Kool-Aid We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid While you cry but ask how they givin up the fade Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch screen with the removable screen, lookin mean on the scene When hoes see me they sayin everybody ain't able Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table [Juicy J] Juicy J, I'm the mayne, got the G's, fuck the fame See a lil' freak, run some game, and she goin I'ma take some brain I'm on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts I'm on the scene, drankin lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up Nothin but self-made millionaires so you {?} can shut the fuuuuuuuuuck [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I got a deep freezer up on my neck and sno-cones up in my ear A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin somethin like a chandelier You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat Where's the drank I'm runnin low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought But not to worry dough never doubt, I'll go to the doctor with a cough It's Paul Wall baby that's my name, fly like a plane what it do I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch Just like a midget I'm sittin low, and like a snail I'm crawlin slow Where's Mike, where's Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud I'm chopped up by Michael Watts, it's Paul Wall baby that's what's up [Chorus - 1/2] "I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout" [repeat 3X] "I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa..." |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
Yessir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Maf-i-UHH! It's goin down [Chorus: repeat 4X] Eighty-fo's (eighty-fo's) candy paint (candy paint) Switchin lanes (switchin lanes) sippin drank (sippin drank) [Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me, these hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth Do's open, do's close, where's the camera I'll strike a pose I'm still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip That purple drank is what I sip, in my cell phone keep a chip I'm talkin bid'ness I put it down, I'm choppin blades and I'm poppin shrooms I'm from the land of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I'm on the prowl I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it's goin down Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what's the deal [Chorus] [DJ Paul] We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade We po' that purple drank straight up like it's that Kool-Aid We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid While you cry but ask how they givin up the fade Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch screen with the removable screen, lookin mean on the scene When hoes see me they sayin everybody ain't able Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table [Juicy J] Juicy J, I'm the mayne, got the G's, fuck the fame See a lil' freak, run some game, and she goin I'ma take some brain I'm on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts I'm on the scene, drankin lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up Nothin but self-made millionaires so you {?} can shut the fuuuuuuuuuck [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I got a deep freezer up on my neck and sno-cones up in my ear A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin somethin like a chandelier You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat Where's the drank I'm runnin low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought But not to worry dough never doubt, I'll go to the doctor with a cough It's Paul Wall baby that's my name, fly like a plane what it do I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch Just like a midget I'm sittin low, and like a snail I'm crawlin slow Where's Mike, where's Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud I'm chopped up by Michael Watts, it's Paul Wall baby that's what's up [Chorus - 1/2] "I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout" [repeat 3X] "I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa..." |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
I-I-I've got the internet goin nuts
[Paul Wall] I'm comin straight up outta that chatroom, and live from the message board I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin online when I'm bored Oh my Lord, BlackPlanet got all the ... and all the freaks I'll get your page and send a note, then hit me back when it's time to creep I'm tryin to reach this girl Monique, her screen name is ChynaDoll She's light brown with big thighs, and standin five foot seven tall If she don't call me it's okay, I'll hit up SexyEyez02 Sophomore at TSU, and she run track, that's what it do I'll send a note to my girl Crystal, she ShootiNStarr99 She uploaded some sexy pictures and oh my God that girl is fine Wine and dine, but not this time, I pimp the keyboard, I'm online Talkin fly in the chatroom, my conversation is goin down Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin nice I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers later on tonight I'm sendin all my girls a kite, I'm tryin to find some internet hype Just hit me up on my Sidekick, I'm signin off and I'm switchin the site [Chorus] I've got the internet goin nuts P-P-Paul Wall baby, what'chu know 'bout me I'm on that five nine South Lee baby, holla at me [Paul Wall] Okay I signed on to this DallasPeeps, on the hunt for a couple freaks I'm logged on and I'm ready to chat, where you at let's meet and great These sexy ... at U and T, I'm sendin e-notes talkin fly If you lookin for late night love, holla at me girl I'm your guy I met a girl on CollegeClub, her screen name was Jazzy Brown She told me when I come to her town, to hit her up and it's goin down She e-mailed me this old picture before she had her baby boy I was ready to pay her a visit, she used to look like KeToi But, one too many Almond Joys, I went and seen this girl in person But when that big ... opened the door I damn near started cryin and cursin Just too many neck bites and, not enough roadrunner But big girls need love too, so I beat it up like Royal Rumble Shit, lil' momma looked like a whale she broke the scale I told her baby I gotta bail, I won't tell if you won't tell What the hell, the first minute I got in range of the nearest Dell I changed my screenname and my number, this internet pimpin still prevails [Chorus] [Paul Wall] So I log on to the Facebook, I'm tryin to find me a good look I'm lookin for a lil' one night love, I throw the bait and they bite the hook I holla at that boy Goo, my potnah puttin me up on game He let me know which girls are freaks and e-mailed me they screennames I hit 'em up like it ain't no thang, how you do and it's nice to meet'cha Late night a few e-mails later I'm knockin senorita out her sneakers Check me out on my own website, DJPaulWall.com Hit me up on that home board and we can chat baby all night long What's the scoop you goin to school? Maybe pimpin that 9 to 5? Download my computer love, and get a taste of my hard drive I'm on the search for cybersluts, lookin at pics on in the mix Tryin to find a computer check with a webcam that'll make a flick Hit me up on that AOL, Instant Messenger what it do My DSL is fast as lightning on the hunt for this mooshu You got some potnahs that's just like you? Call your crew and I'll call mine too Just take a look at my hit count, this internet pimpin thang ain't new [Chorus] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
I-I-I've got the internet goin nuts
[Paul Wall] I'm comin straight up outta that chatroom, and live from the message board I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin online when I'm bored Oh my Lord, BlackPlanet got all the ... and all the freaks I'll get your page and send a note, then hit me back when it's time to creep I'm tryin to reach this girl Monique, her screen name is ChynaDoll She's light brown with big thighs, and standin five foot seven tall If she don't call me it's okay, I'll hit up SexyEyez02 Sophomore at TSU, and she run track, that's what it do I'll send a note to my girl Crystal, she ShootiNStarr99 She uploaded some sexy pictures and oh my God that girl is fine Wine and dine, but not this time, I pimp the keyboard, I'm online Talkin fly in the chatroom, my conversation is goin down Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin nice I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers later on tonight I'm sendin all my girls a kite, I'm tryin to find some internet hype Just hit me up on my Sidekick, I'm signin off and I'm switchin the site [Chorus] I've got the internet goin nuts P-P-Paul Wall baby, what'chu know 'bout me I'm on that five nine South Lee baby, holla at me [Paul Wall] Okay I signed on to this DallasPeeps, on the hunt for a couple freaks I'm logged on and I'm ready to chat, where you at let's meet and great These sexy ... at U and T, I'm sendin e-notes talkin fly If you lookin for late night love, holla at me girl I'm your guy I met a girl on CollegeClub, her screen name was Jazzy Brown She told me when I come to her town, to hit her up and it's goin down She e-mailed me this old picture before she had her baby boy I was ready to pay her a visit, she used to look like KeToi But, one too many Almond Joys, I went and seen this girl in person But when that big ... opened the door I damn near started cryin and cursin Just too many neck bites and, not enough roadrunner But big girls need love too, so I beat it up like Royal Rumble Shit, lil' momma looked like a whale she broke the scale I told her baby I gotta bail, I won't tell if you won't tell What the hell, the first minute I got in range of the nearest Dell I changed my screenname and my number, this internet pimpin still prevails [Chorus] [Paul Wall] So I log on to the Facebook, I'm tryin to find me a good look I'm lookin for a lil' one night love, I throw the bait and they bite the hook I holla at that boy Goo, my potnah puttin me up on game He let me know which girls are freaks and e-mailed me they screennames I hit 'em up like it ain't no thang, how you do and it's nice to meet'cha Late night a few e-mails later I'm knockin senorita out her sneakers Check me out on my own website, DJPaulWall.com Hit me up on that home board and we can chat baby all night long What's the scoop you goin to school? Maybe pimpin that 9 to 5? Download my computer love, and get a taste of my hard drive I'm on the search for cybersluts, lookin at pics on in the mix Tryin to find a computer check with a webcam that'll make a flick Hit me up on that AOL, Instant Messenger what it do My DSL is fast as lightning on the hunt for this mooshu You got some potnahs that's just like you? Call your crew and I'll call mine too Just take a look at my hit count, this internet pimpin thang ain't new [Chorus] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Paul Wall]
Paul Wall, I'm the People's Champ It ain't easy bein the People's Champ It's the new me, new me, new me, new me... True, a lot of struggles I done been through and still goin through Let me show you what it's like to be me (Paul Wall, Paul Wall baby) I'm not your average guy, I'm more than meets the eye I know I'm friendly and fly, but let me tell you why I was abandoned at an early age My daddy was a dopefiend, I ain't seen him since the second grade I sing the same song, baby dad, single mom I was always in the crawl, yet and still I was alone I kept my faith in God, even in my younger days I gave my life to Christ, got down on my knees and prayed And God answered our prayers and momma remarried All the burdens she carried, I must admit that it was scary Somehow I got a real man as my father figure Thangs started gettin better for my momma and my sister Pain took me from a boy to a man I knew I'd make it to the end if I could stick to the plan People judge me off my music but they never even met me But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby [Chorus: Paul Wall] See I've been doin this here for a while Eventually y'all boys gon' respect me dawg I'm Paul Wall - until it's over I'ma ball 'til I fall I'm the greatest in a minute ch'all Let me tell you if you knew me (knew me) yeah the true me (true me) Not the glamour and glitz that y'all do see (do see) I'm just a regular G, I gotta do me (do me) I'm 'bout to introduce y'all boys to the new me, c'mon [Paul Wall] It's more to me than all this glamour and glitz I spent my whole life broke, I'm just tryin to get rich I kept it real all my life, I never stepped on toes But somehow my friends keep turnin into my foes My ex keep callin me, but I don't wanna talk to her So then she call the laws on me like I'm the one stalkin her My new girl say I don't love her enough But all the hatin friends jealous cause I love her too much I'm drinkin bottles of Patron tryin to drink away my troubles But bein an alcoholic only make thangs double People judge me off my music but they never even met me But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby [Chorus] [Paul Wall] You think you know me mayne? But you don't know me mayne Just because you shake my hand don't mean that you my homey mayne It's people prayin on my downfall And I can't understand why, cause I show love to alla y'all People are grateful for the favors you show 'em But when they need you for another one they still act like you owe 'em Everybody be takin credit for somethin they ain't do But you need to quit reachin and stand on your own two I always stayed humble, I never once changed I never got a ego or a big head cause of fame People judge me off my music but they never even met me But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm Paul Wall, I'm the People's Champ But it ain't easy bein me I done put in my fair share of work, ?, f'real Passin out flowers at the club Doin freestyles that don't go on mixtapes I ain't understand it then but, now I understand it It's a bigger picture than just what you think You gotta think outside the box and try to make it It's chess moves, not checkers baby |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Paul Wall]
Paul Wall, I'm the People's Champ It ain't easy bein the People's Champ It's the new me, new me, new me, new me... True, a lot of struggles I done been through and still goin through Let me show you what it's like to be me (Paul Wall, Paul Wall baby) I'm not your average guy, I'm more than meets the eye I know I'm friendly and fly, but let me tell you why I was abandoned at an early age My daddy was a dopefiend, I ain't seen him since the second grade I sing the same song, baby dad, single mom I was always in the crawl, yet and still I was alone I kept my faith in God, even in my younger days I gave my life to Christ, got down on my knees and prayed And God answered our prayers and momma remarried All the burdens she carried, I must admit that it was scary Somehow I got a real man as my father figure Thangs started gettin better for my momma and my sister Pain took me from a boy to a man I knew I'd make it to the end if I could stick to the plan People judge me off my music but they never even met me But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby [Chorus: Paul Wall] See I've been doin this here for a while Eventually y'all boys gon' respect me dawg I'm Paul Wall - until it's over I'ma ball 'til I fall I'm the greatest in a minute ch'all Let me tell you if you knew me (knew me) yeah the true me (true me) Not the glamour and glitz that y'all do see (do see) I'm just a regular G, I gotta do me (do me) I'm 'bout to introduce y'all boys to the new me, c'mon [Paul Wall] It's more to me than all this glamour and glitz I spent my whole life broke, I'm just tryin to get rich I kept it real all my life, I never stepped on toes But somehow my friends keep turnin into my foes My ex keep callin me, but I don't wanna talk to her So then she call the laws on me like I'm the one stalkin her My new girl say I don't love her enough But all the hatin friends jealous cause I love her too much I'm drinkin bottles of Patron tryin to drink away my troubles But bein an alcoholic only make thangs double People judge me off my music but they never even met me But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby [Chorus] [Paul Wall] You think you know me mayne? But you don't know me mayne Just because you shake my hand don't mean that you my homey mayne It's people prayin on my downfall And I can't understand why, cause I show love to alla y'all People are grateful for the favors you show 'em But when they need you for another one they still act like you owe 'em Everybody be takin credit for somethin they ain't do But you need to quit reachin and stand on your own two I always stayed humble, I never once changed I never got a ego or a big head cause of fame People judge me off my music but they never even met me But I'd introduce myself if you'd let me - Paul Wall baby [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm Paul Wall, I'm the People's Champ But it ain't easy bein me I done put in my fair share of work, ?, f'real Passin out flowers at the club Doin freestyles that don't go on mixtapes I ain't understand it then but, now I understand it It's a bigger picture than just what you think You gotta think outside the box and try to make it It's chess moves, not checkers baby |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
Ahh they shouldnt a done this right here
March now step now march now step (yeah) March now step now march now step (blueberry still connect) March now step now march now step March now step now march now step [Chorus] You gotta march like a soldier Walk it how you talk it Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit Stripes on my back is what ya boy go to war wit Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit You gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil mamas dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil mamas dipping) [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I'm grinding I'm posted up on the block like a stop sign Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein I'm a certified hustler and a G Trying to metamorphasize a hundred two a hundred three I'm chasing after currency and accumulating green With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope fien I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale I took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells My money's empidemic, it multiply fast I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass Addicted to the hustle allergic to being broke Never falling off cuz I stay on my note [Chorus] You gotta march like a soldier (now all my hot boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the hot girls dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (now all my hot boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the hot girls dipping) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Ay, get off my dick, Hollygroove Weezy Young money billionaire, Hermes winter ware I'm trying to get somewhere like I ain't never been no where They probably suffocate trying to breathe this endo air Halt who goes there, nigga I live there I run on top of water, I walk on thin air I ride around with a MAC10 squared Thats a pair of semi-automatic shootin everywhere I dont care if authority come by here They get it just like them niggaz who ain't from by here Yeah, and I'm extra bout it If I get in beef I do something about it before I get out Yeah, Lil Wayne never dropped the Lil I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill Yeah, I'm so New Orleans that I can't hide You know I'm cutting something I'm spittin for Roc? side, Weezy [Chorus] You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) [Verse 3: Paul Wall] I ain't never had a hand, I ain't never been a beggar On the grind like a bootlegger, I'm a go getter I'm Bobby Fischer on the mic making chess moves This suckers playin checkers simply destined to lose The Martha Stewart made it blind See the chains bump ends Me and a couple lady friends blowing piff in the wind I got the wrist ware, smooth and sleek Nothing but ??? You ain't never saw a watch like this so go ahead and take a peek I'm massive in the streets like a diesel truck Endulging in that purple stuff gettin full of that puff puff Tote the iron, I'm double dutch I'm ice water up in the clutch Place your bet, Ill call ya bluff Paul Wall baby thats whats up [Chorus] You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
Ahh they shouldnt a done this right here
March now step now march now step (yeah) March now step now march now step (blueberry still connect) March now step now march now step March now step now march now step [Chorus] You gotta march like a soldier Walk it how you talk it Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit Stripes on my back is what ya boy go to war wit Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit You gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil mamas dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil mamas dipping) [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I'm grinding I'm posted up on the block like a stop sign Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein I'm a certified hustler and a G Trying to metamorphasize a hundred two a hundred three I'm chasing after currency and accumulating green With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope fien I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale I took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells My money's empidemic, it multiply fast I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass Addicted to the hustle allergic to being broke Never falling off cuz I stay on my note [Chorus] You gotta march like a soldier (now all my hot boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the hot girls dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (now all my hot boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the hot girls dipping) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Ay, get off my dick, Hollygroove Weezy Young money billionaire, Hermes winter ware I'm trying to get somewhere like I ain't never been no where They probably suffocate trying to breathe this endo air Halt who goes there, nigga I live there I run on top of water, I walk on thin air I ride around with a MAC10 squared Thats a pair of semi-automatic shootin everywhere I dont care if authority come by here They get it just like them niggaz who ain't from by here Yeah, and I'm extra bout it If I get in beef I do something about it before I get out Yeah, Lil Wayne never dropped the Lil I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill Yeah, I'm so New Orleans that I can't hide You know I'm cutting something I'm spittin for Roc? side, Weezy [Chorus] You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) [Verse 3: Paul Wall] I ain't never had a hand, I ain't never been a beggar On the grind like a bootlegger, I'm a go getter I'm Bobby Fischer on the mic making chess moves This suckers playin checkers simply destined to lose The Martha Stewart made it blind See the chains bump ends Me and a couple lady friends blowing piff in the wind I got the wrist ware, smooth and sleek Nothing but ??? You ain't never saw a watch like this so go ahead and take a peek I'm massive in the streets like a diesel truck Endulging in that purple stuff gettin full of that puff puff Tote the iron, I'm double dutch I'm ice water up in the clutch Place your bet, Ill call ya bluff Paul Wall baby thats whats up [Chorus] You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (now all my dope boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo'nin This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us The foundation, knahmtalkinbout? [Chorus: Trey Songz] Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already) Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already) Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already) VA to H-Town yeah you already know Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already) Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy (already) The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already) Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know [Paul Wall] I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that's my land Who's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee And I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straight No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't wait I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lens So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get chose Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank up, where's the fo' Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch'n paint Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bank I don't know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin Gettin money that's all I know, on my toes never off my note Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop I'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or nuttin no turnin back I'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacks I'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it takes, crackerjack In love with my money and that's a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin [Chorus] [Paul Wall] Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin Trunk is popped up, screens fallin from the sky I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie And I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game.. Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't complain or whine I just get on my grind, puttin in work overtime I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a loss And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost I peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chess I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that's my quest I'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it fresh I'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still ridin dirty pimpin [Chorus] [Outro] On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank ya for ya purchase Keep holdin the South down, because, we are |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo'nin This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us The foundation, knahmtalkinbout? [Chorus: Trey Songz] Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already) Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already) Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already) VA to H-Town yeah you already know Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already) Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy (already) The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already) Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know [Paul Wall] I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that's my land Who's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee And I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straight No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't wait I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lens So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get chose Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank up, where's the fo' Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch'n paint Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bank I don't know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin Gettin money that's all I know, on my toes never off my note Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop I'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or nuttin no turnin back I'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacks I'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it takes, crackerjack In love with my money and that's a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin [Chorus] [Paul Wall] Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin Trunk is popped up, screens fallin from the sky I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie And I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game.. Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't complain or whine I just get on my grind, puttin in work overtime I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a loss And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost I peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chess I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that's my quest I'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it fresh I'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still ridin dirty pimpin [Chorus] [Outro] On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank ya for ya purchase Keep holdin the South down, because, we are |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
(Aqualeo)
give it up u cant see what i see dont strang u focasin to hard they say only i contain all i need is da fire sweet and sip purple lane and den meet dat boy and fever fever throw flames considerin dat ma compation all lanes in dis whole industrie thang is just all games ma scoop stays focused even at a far range i see it all even if it a small change fever rappin this start stay it always home of tha ball fase and da scare face home of tha well known sippin tha barre kaze and if u rommin tha streets u flippin on crome blaze i gotta rap for ma city cuz they act like tha A-trial |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
(Aqualeo)
give it up u cant see what i see dont strang u focasin to hard they say only i contain all i need is da fire sweet and sip purple lane and den meet dat boy and fever fever throw flames considerin dat ma compation all lanes in dis whole industrie thang is just all games ma scoop stays focused even at a far range i see it all even if it a small change fever rappin this start stay it always home of tha ball fase and da scare face home of tha well known sippin tha barre kaze and if u rommin tha streets u flippin on crome blaze i gotta rap for ma city cuz they act like tha A-trial |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Chorus:]
sip sippin tha barre grippin tha grain i got 17 karrots in my piece and chains [repeat 4x] [verse 1:] Ya'll open a map and take a trip down south come on over to huston,texas welcome to the swisha house its the ? of the trill coming straight out the block I got my mind on my hustle im tyrna make it to the top so i put in work and stack at night determination is all i got on the grind i sceme and plot whatever it takes to raise my stock im breaking bread out here try to survive I'm under water with these sharks prayin i stay alive im putting up numbers like Garnett on that 610 south aint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the south this here that people's champ talk this the expressions of a g and ima be chasin after them g's until i R.I.P. its paul wall baby what it do be bangin screws since '92 pat pat,lil kee kee,funky hawk and the rest of the crew so whos next on that plex im flippin slab and weavin hood wit screens hanging down from the roof im ballin like a real playa should im [chorus x4] [verse 2:] they got you thinking huston,texas the home of david carr but really its candy paint playas sippin on barre take a ride wit a star straight outta that low star state lil michael watched the train and told me i gotta hold my weight motovation is the key when you moving them keys entropenuaters out the game outta the 713 see one of the keys to my success i switched up like rick maddox while maintaining my composings to become one of the baddest i stick to the g code in my el g'est clothes while im tippin on 4 4 's with these scuicide doors i buy dro and pro pow for my dogs that died in the past prayin to god i stay flow just to make this hustle last its prime time im obeying the laws while my life is on trial im tyrn knockout pieces chain and throw some ice on my smile its all working ok while im out here punching in clock its hustlemania out here grinding on the block im tryna ball baby [chorus x4] [verse 3:] you see the dirty coast trenches where the killers dont think where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink these lil cowards tryna sas and make the character of a g but im squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me its g's up and marks down when im making my round while im up in nyc with dipset we shutting it down shouts out to keenan martin holding it down in the low coast while im on the block grinin tryna hold my post im glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste im iced out like frozen food sippin on the ski taste im moving time on my grind it aint no time for playing games thats why i hustle 25/8 acumulating this change i got them diamonds up against that wood grippin grain and sippin good bustin time thats my hood gettin money is understood im on the hustle baby all night and all day 100 d up in my safe safe to say that boy is paid [chorus x5] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Hook]
sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze on a sunday night I might bang me some maze [repeat] [Verse 1 - Paul Wall] Swisha house, Big Pokey and Paul Wall Baby It's the people's champ, I'm something like a balla the candy paint drippin off of the ol' school Impala I'm wit that big bank hank that poppi Joe and box trunk bump like chicken pox, turn the bass up just a notch you see them blades choppin, you see that trunk poppin hoes that diss me in the club the same hoes in the parking lot boppin they see me in the Jag, actin bad wit T Ferris open mouth and showcase ice, and you gon see about twenty carrats I'm wit that gu u on 5-9 double O in the taho on twenty-fo's, I'm the truth I got that glow I'm out that swisha house wit Archie Lee and Coota Bang sittin sidewayz on swang the candy paint drippin off the frame you see me actin bad I'm showin out and pullin stunts say cheese and show my fronts, it's mo' carrats then Bugs Bunny's lunch its paul wall baby, i got it made I got a cup full of that oil, and I'm paid plus I'm sittin side ways [Hook] sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze on a sunday night I might bang me some maze [repeat] [Verse 2 - Paul Wall] whut it dew I'm on the block posted up like a mailbox slangin licks on, the grind, puttin money in my socks a legend in the hood for gold grills and poppin seals a icon on the mic for showcasing my verbal skills I'm in the club posted up wit some gang bangas still flippin the ol' school candy cadillac on swangas I got a styrofoam white cup full of that drank lookin for that dank, my hustle game sharp as a shank big bank take little bank 80 4's and candy paint tryna find some honey love, my mackin game is top rank these hoes peepin me, ill hustlin on the side eaves droppin my conversations, tryna figure which car I drive I'm on the scene strapped up like I was bungee jumpin hit the corner you hear me bumpin look at that chrome grillin' woman the trunks popped up, my music screwed and chopped I'm the undisputed king of the parking lot, I'm sittin sidewayz [Hook] sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze on a sunday night I might bang me some maze [repeat] [Verse 3] [Big Pokey] maybe O.J's, hoes be goin' crazy when they see me sittin sidewayz on them twenty-fo's watch ya hoe, watch ya money, watch ya clothes single women's out the mold, glidin like a ice skater motor like a snot nose suicide* drop doors mono blocks chop mold customized deck cuz the mono block stock lows Sadey Sade, Don Ki, Paul Wall in the place heads up when you see us, we gon' put it in ya face redbones scoutin together when I blaze boys smell nuttin' but haze, I ain't the nigga to settle I'm that dude wit the metal, that get hot as a kettle from messin round wit some cats that ain't got* it together flossin, breakin of the intersection crossin three wheelin actin the iz-ass on the rosses S.U.C. in the do', M.O.B on the plates pull up in the driveway, leanin' and I'm sittin [Hook] sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze on a sunday night I might bang me some maze [repeat] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Hook]
sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze on a sunday night I might bang me some maze [repeat] [Verse 1 - Paul Wall] Swisha house, Big Pokey and Paul Wall Baby It's the people's champ, I'm something like a balla the candy paint drippin off of the ol' school Impala I'm wit that big bank hank that poppi Joe and box trunk bump like chicken pox, turn the bass up just a notch you see them blades choppin, you see that trunk poppin hoes that diss me in the club the same hoes in the parking lot boppin they see me in the Jag, actin bad wit T Ferris open mouth and showcase ice, and you gon see about twenty carrats I'm wit that gu u on 5-9 double O in the taho on twenty-fo's, I'm the truth I got that glow I'm out that swisha house wit Archie Lee and Coota Bang sittin sidewayz on swang the candy paint drippin off the frame you see me actin bad I'm showin out and pullin stunts say cheese and show my fronts, it's mo' carrats then Bugs Bunny's lunch its paul wall baby, i got it made I got a cup full of that oil, and I'm paid plus I'm sittin side ways [Hook] sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze on a sunday night I might bang me some maze [repeat] [Verse 2 - Paul Wall] whut it dew I'm on the block posted up like a mailbox slangin licks on, the grind, puttin money in my socks a legend in the hood for gold grills and poppin seals a icon on the mic for showcasing my verbal skills I'm in the club posted up wit some gang bangas still flippin the ol' school candy cadillac on swangas I got a styrofoam white cup full of that drank lookin for that dank, my hustle game sharp as a shank big bank take little bank 80 4's and candy paint tryna find some honey love, my mackin game is top rank these hoes peepin me, ill hustlin on the side eaves droppin my conversations, tryna figure which car I drive I'm on the scene strapped up like I was bungee jumpin hit the corner you hear me bumpin look at that chrome grillin' woman the trunks popped up, my music screwed and chopped I'm the undisputed king of the parking lot, I'm sittin sidewayz [Hook] sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze on a sunday night I might bang me some maze [repeat] [Verse 3] [Big Pokey] maybe O.J's, hoes be goin' crazy when they see me sittin sidewayz on them twenty-fo's watch ya hoe, watch ya money, watch ya clothes single women's out the mold, glidin like a ice skater motor like a snot nose suicide* drop doors mono blocks chop mold customized deck cuz the mono block stock lows Sadey Sade, Don Ki, Paul Wall in the place heads up when you see us, we gon' put it in ya face redbones scoutin together when I blaze boys smell nuttin' but haze, I ain't the nigga to settle I'm that dude wit the metal, that get hot as a kettle from messin round wit some cats that ain't got* it together flossin, breakin of the intersection crossin three wheelin actin the iz-ass on the rosses S.U.C. in the do', M.O.B on the plates pull up in the driveway, leanin' and I'm sittin [Hook] sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze sittin sidewayz, boyz in a daze on a sunday night I might bang me some maze [repeat] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Paul Wall]
I'm a chick magnet, I'm a ladies man I put a smile on your face any way that I can I got the world in my hands, you got the world in your pants My squad pimpin there, I approach and put you under my trance My gameplan is exquisite, so when I pay you a visit I'ma make you go ballistic from the second I get up in it To tell the truth I bring great orgasmic pleasure It seem like it last forever when you float like a feather My wordplay is clever, I'll have you laughin and grinnin I lay you on that linen, and make you feel like you swimmin You callin me King Dingaling and girl I just might be I know you never ever met a player quite like me, cause [Chorus 2X: Paul Wall] I'm a sweet talker, I'm a pipe layer I'll sweat you out your weave I'm a back breaker I'm a gentleman, I'm a mack player I'm a dimepiece layer, smooth operator [Paul Wall] Baby cold kick off your shoes and relax your feet My sweet talk is so unique, girl you in for a treat I'll be the cream in your coffee, I'm your chocolate and toffee And when I exercise my mackin I'll be killin you softly I got a way with compliments, girl I'm sweeter than mints It'll be common sense to let the love makin commence I've had all persuasions, on so many occasions When you spend a night with me it'll seem like a vacation You gon' love it when you with me, and when I leave you'll miss me I'ma whisper in yo' ear and get you really hot like Missy I'll tell you freaky thangs that's gon' make you blush And I'ma make your body tingle from the tip of my touch, cause [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm a superfly cat when I'm in mack mode Soon as I get deep up inside you I'ma make you explode I'm a player by nature, I'm a mack by choice And I'ma make your body moist from the sound of my voice I got a hell of a resume for layin the pipe I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I can do what you like So come on let's spend the night, it won't cost you a penny I'll put you in the mood right, with a lil' Hyp' and Henny I strap up twice, when I be usin the rubber Cause I don't wanna be in bed gettin burned like Usher I got a nonchalant demeanor, girl I'm calm and cool I'll have you feelin like you walkin on the moon, cause baby [Chorus] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Paul Wall]
I'm a chick magnet, I'm a ladies man I put a smile on your face any way that I can I got the world in my hands, you got the world in your pants My squad pimpin there, I approach and put you under my trance My gameplan is exquisite, so when I pay you a visit I'ma make you go ballistic from the second I get up in it To tell the truth I bring great orgasmic pleasure It seem like it last forever when you float like a feather My wordplay is clever, I'll have you laughin and grinnin I lay you on that linen, and make you feel like you swimmin You callin me King Dingaling and girl I just might be I know you never ever met a player quite like me, cause [Chorus 2X: Paul Wall] I'm a sweet talker, I'm a pipe layer I'll sweat you out your weave I'm a back breaker I'm a gentleman, I'm a mack player I'm a dimepiece layer, smooth operator [Paul Wall] Baby cold kick off your shoes and relax your feet My sweet talk is so unique, girl you in for a treat I'll be the cream in your coffee, I'm your chocolate and toffee And when I exercise my mackin I'll be killin you softly I got a way with compliments, girl I'm sweeter than mints It'll be common sense to let the love makin commence I've had all persuasions, on so many occasions When you spend a night with me it'll seem like a vacation You gon' love it when you with me, and when I leave you'll miss me I'ma whisper in yo' ear and get you really hot like Missy I'll tell you freaky thangs that's gon' make you blush And I'ma make your body tingle from the tip of my touch, cause [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm a superfly cat when I'm in mack mode Soon as I get deep up inside you I'ma make you explode I'm a player by nature, I'm a mack by choice And I'ma make your body moist from the sound of my voice I got a hell of a resume for layin the pipe I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I can do what you like So come on let's spend the night, it won't cost you a penny I'll put you in the mood right, with a lil' Hyp' and Henny I strap up twice, when I be usin the rubber Cause I don't wanna be in bed gettin burned like Usher I got a nonchalant demeanor, girl I'm calm and cool I'll have you feelin like you walkin on the moon, cause baby [Chorus] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[T.I.]
Aight nigga, you already know what it is man A-Town, H-Town connection nigga T.I.P. man, you understand that? My homeboy Paul Wall, extended Pimp Squad Clique Keep it pimpin mayne! [Chorus: T.I.] So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O Certified G, a young nigga so cold It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so tho'ed [T.I.] Pimp smoke grey Cadillac, 24, imagine that Camera in my license plate to see you when I'm backin back T.I.P. be smokin on that good shit imagine that I'm blowin on a hoe that's strong enough to kill the Cadillac By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that And you can keep the beef, pussy nigga I don't battle rap So that bullshit you kickin through yo' teeth a gangsta laughin at That shit you hear on "Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chill before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel Give a damn if my record never sells, I'm the shit still [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I got the diamond ice in the grill, invisible top, glass bottom I'm swervin lanes on the interstate, evadin laws and playin possum I spin the wheel I roll the dice, I look at life in a different light 36 of that white make you a celebrity overnight I shoot a kite to my potnah Project, locked up doin 45 And let him know I'm still holdin, them Grit Boys is on the rise A hundred percent no compromise, my momma raised to be a man I'm not concerned with the next man, gettin money, that's my plan I'm on the road with that boy Unique, I'm po'n drank he roll the Sweets T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I'm on the hustle 25/8, ATL to the lone star state On the move I'm bleedin blocks, tryin to get this paper straight No time to wait no room for error, the gameplan is crystal clear I'm tryin to bolt up 83's and throw some ice cubes in the air I'm reminiscin, on my potnah Duke that died and passed away I'm strapped up at all times, if you flex I'ma blast away Like Tom Hanks on "Castaway," I'm posted up just one deep Cause these days these hoes out here be plottin to come up on the creep And these suckers be on that reach, tryin to come up off of me You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock Burnin straights out on the block, givin it all I got [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[T.I.]
Aight nigga, you already know what it is man A-Town, H-Town connection nigga T.I.P. man, you understand that? My homeboy Paul Wall, extended Pimp Squad Clique Keep it pimpin mayne! [Chorus: T.I.] So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O Certified G, a young nigga so cold It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so tho'ed [T.I.] Pimp smoke grey Cadillac, 24, imagine that Camera in my license plate to see you when I'm backin back T.I.P. be smokin on that good shit imagine that I'm blowin on a hoe that's strong enough to kill the Cadillac By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that And you can keep the beef, pussy nigga I don't battle rap So that bullshit you kickin through yo' teeth a gangsta laughin at That shit you hear on "Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chill before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel Give a damn if my record never sells, I'm the shit still [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I got the diamond ice in the grill, invisible top, glass bottom I'm swervin lanes on the interstate, evadin laws and playin possum I spin the wheel I roll the dice, I look at life in a different light 36 of that white make you a celebrity overnight I shoot a kite to my potnah Project, locked up doin 45 And let him know I'm still holdin, them Grit Boys is on the rise A hundred percent no compromise, my momma raised to be a man I'm not concerned with the next man, gettin money, that's my plan I'm on the road with that boy Unique, I'm po'n drank he roll the Sweets T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I'm on the hustle 25/8, ATL to the lone star state On the move I'm bleedin blocks, tryin to get this paper straight No time to wait no room for error, the gameplan is crystal clear I'm tryin to bolt up 83's and throw some ice cubes in the air I'm reminiscin, on my potnah Duke that died and passed away I'm strapped up at all times, if you flex I'ma blast away Like Tom Hanks on "Castaway," I'm posted up just one deep Cause these days these hoes out here be plottin to come up on the creep And these suckers be on that reach, tryin to come up off of me You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock Burnin straights out on the block, givin it all I got [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Chorus]
Hey we some ballas that got candy paint and screens twankies all of that automatic start when I start tha Lac I'mma open up my trunk and let tha lights glow I'm sittin low I'm gettin doe If u got a problem with that let me know (or Paul Wall tha chick magnet slip in through tha back door) [Chamillionaire] draws come down when king Koopa tha boss come round call lost and found cause when your girl was lost u found her taken off her gown for far from town stop whisperin talk up when u talkin down approach me nice if not don't approach me twice cause I will choke tha life out your vocal pipes especially if tha works u speakin at spoken right my ice's crushed so don't touch tha broken ice Koopa got all this publishin often covered in ice broads be lovin him his car be hoverin broads be buggin him but that boy be thuggenin be in more damn dirt than a car for shovellin that boy been smugglin rims out of tha state out of tha country that got him riding chrome in Qqwait and don't get me started on Summolia I'm out ballin ya I can make u turn your head without callin ya twanks crawlin uh let it be known I'm thrown I'm throwed tha Swisha House home thrown I own on tha phone freaky moan at tha sound of tha tone I come alone after I five her a then she gone in this game I'm here forever u can't get rid of me 2 percent hate tha other 98 feelin me Chamillionaire's voice screwed all of these boys feelin me cups leanin like tha tower of Pizza in Italy [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'mma walkin blind spot because I'm hard to spot candy blueberry on tha drop leavin stains and spots people ask like N'sync was tha deal with this pop my trunk pop like like firecrackers pop pop pop ohhhh.... melesta your breasta more ice than tha frozen food section at Fiesta tha Chick Magnet I got more mack than a big Mac I'm paid in full like Madd Hatta and Big Kat I got more mac N cheese than macicroni and cheese you're comin home with me tonight girl give our homie tha keys u got a man and, that aint really important he's a jerk sweep tha dity flirt with tha skirt sargent I run so much game Nike wants an endoursement my trunk got more lights than a low fat asortment beg your pardon Ozarka water wash tha ride candy paint lookin so clean look like I washed it with tide ehhhh Sir Daily drinkin congiac Janet Jackson mad cause I never called her back I'm babilous Paul Wall and I'm throwed as a javilin Chamillion sing tha hook babbilous boys babbilin |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Chorus]
Hey we some ballas that got candy paint and screens twankies all of that automatic start when I start tha Lac I'mma open up my trunk and let tha lights glow I'm sittin low I'm gettin doe If u got a problem with that let me know (or Paul Wall tha chick magnet slip in through tha back door) [Chamillionaire] draws come down when king Koopa tha boss come round call lost and found cause when your girl was lost u found her taken off her gown for far from town stop whisperin talk up when u talkin down approach me nice if not don't approach me twice cause I will choke tha life out your vocal pipes especially if tha works u speakin at spoken right my ice's crushed so don't touch tha broken ice Koopa got all this publishin often covered in ice broads be lovin him his car be hoverin broads be buggin him but that boy be thuggenin be in more damn dirt than a car for shovellin that boy been smugglin rims out of tha state out of tha country that got him riding chrome in Qqwait and don't get me started on Summolia I'm out ballin ya I can make u turn your head without callin ya twanks crawlin uh let it be known I'm thrown I'm throwed tha Swisha House home thrown I own on tha phone freaky moan at tha sound of tha tone I come alone after I five her a then she gone in this game I'm here forever u can't get rid of me 2 percent hate tha other 98 feelin me Chamillionaire's voice screwed all of these boys feelin me cups leanin like tha tower of Pizza in Italy [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'mma walkin blind spot because I'm hard to spot candy blueberry on tha drop leavin stains and spots people ask like N'sync was tha deal with this pop my trunk pop like like firecrackers pop pop pop ohhhh.... melesta your breasta more ice than tha frozen food section at Fiesta tha Chick Magnet I got more mack than a big Mac I'm paid in full like Madd Hatta and Big Kat I got more mac N cheese than macicroni and cheese you're comin home with me tonight girl give our homie tha keys u got a man and, that aint really important he's a jerk sweep tha dity flirt with tha skirt sargent I run so much game Nike wants an endoursement my trunk got more lights than a low fat asortment beg your pardon Ozarka water wash tha ride candy paint lookin so clean look like I washed it with tide ehhhh Sir Daily drinkin congiac Janet Jackson mad cause I never called her back I'm babilous Paul Wall and I'm throwed as a javilin Chamillion sing tha hook babbilous boys babbilin |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[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 (Texas muthafucka that's where I stay) |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[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 (Texas muthafucka that's where I stay) |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Trill is when you're hustlin, trill is when you're grindin Trill is when you punch in that clock overtimin Trill is when you keep it real one hundred percent And hold it down for your team run your game full sprint Trill is when you never fake, trill is when you real Chasin after dollar bills, gotta get it how you live Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it Doin whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket [Bun B] Yeah, I'm all about the cheese baby, all about the cheddar When it come to ghetto grindin can't nobody do it better A real go-getter, never hesitate to hit a lick I don't have to even make a phone cal to get a brick Ya find lieutenant on ya Sidewalk Two At code fo'-twenty-'fo, he know just what to do Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin Up in the game since the early 90's Never sleep to keep them haters one step behind me Ain't nothin changed but the time that they hand out But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out Cause everybody know us in the streets, we like royalty Commandin respect and demandin click loyalty If you ain't down with freein Pimp C then fuck all y'all You wanna know what trill is? Tell 'em Paul Wall [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm a survivor of the struggle, I live by the code In the city where greed and envy make ya heart turn cold At 17 years old I was ahead of my time I had to roll with the punches and keep my ducks in a line I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous haters I trained for chess moves, I'm five steaps ahead I keep my mind focused, make money, break bread I'm rollin 5 9, it's the home of the crack sales That South Lee block got more cookies than Snackwells I snatch you up like eatin shrimp, don't contest do not attempt You crossed the line no turnin back, we'll leave you naked like Larry Flynt With young ghetto stars, certified with ghetto scars Intoxicated by weed cigars, we eat stress by sippin barre Fancy cars and diamond ice, I'm intrigued by fancy thangs We always keep it trill, in the hood we look like kings [Chorus] [B.G.] Look, look, if you know me then you know I'm a G If you know me then you know I'm gon' run through a hundred bricks a week If you know me then you know I'm a dawg If you know me then you know I get a package and I fly 'til it's gone If you know me then you know I'm a fool If you know me then you know I'll punish you if you fuck with the dude If you know me then you know I'm a man If you know me then you know I keep a plan to keep some money in my hand If you know me then you know I'll bleed You don't know me ask somebody they'll tell you wodie mean what he said If I huff it, ain't no doubt I'ma spread I'ma cock and bust, since 13 I been droppin my nuts I'm online for new artists in Florida Got a bitch that'll drive with a package from Atlanta to Dallas You ain't know, better ask your bitch Paul Wall, Bun B, B.G. is as trill as it get [Chorus] |
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from Paul Wall - The Peoples Champ (2005)
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Trill is when you're hustlin, trill is when you're grindin Trill is when you punch in that clock overtimin Trill is when you keep it real one hundred percent And hold it down for your team run your game full sprint Trill is when you never fake, trill is when you real Chasin after dollar bills, gotta get it how you live Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it Doin whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket [Bun B] Yeah, I'm all about the cheese baby, all about the cheddar When it come to ghetto grindin can't nobody do it better A real go-getter, never hesitate to hit a lick I don't have to even make a phone cal to get a brick Ya find lieutenant on ya Sidewalk Two At code fo'-twenty-'fo, he know just what to do Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin Up in the game since the early 90's Never sleep to keep them haters one step behind me Ain't nothin changed but the time that they hand out But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out Cause everybody know us in the streets, we like royalty Commandin respect and demandin click loyalty If you ain't down with freein Pimp C then fuck all y'all You wanna know what trill is? Tell 'em Paul Wall [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm a survivor of the struggle, I live by the code In the city where greed and envy make ya heart turn cold At 17 years old I was ahead of my time I had to roll with the punches and keep my ducks in a line I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous haters I trained for chess moves, I'm five steaps ahead I keep my mind focused, make money, break bread I'm rollin 5 9, it's the home of the crack sales That South Lee block got more cookies than Snackwells I snatch you up like eatin shrimp, don't contest do not attempt You crossed the line no turnin back, we'll leave you naked like Larry Flynt With young ghetto stars, certified with ghetto scars Intoxicated by weed cigars, we eat stress by sippin barre Fancy cars and diamond ice, I'm intrigued by fancy thangs We always keep it trill, in the hood we look like kings [Chorus] [B.G.] Look, look, if you know me then you know I'm a G If you know me then you know I'm gon' run through a hundred bricks a week If you know me then you know I'm a dawg If you know me then you know I get a package and I fly 'til it's gone If you know me then you know I'm a fool If you know me then you know I'll punish you if you fuck with the dude If you know me then you know I'm a man If you know me then you know I keep a plan to keep some money in my hand If you know me then you know I'll bleed You don't know me ask somebody they'll tell you wodie mean what he said If I huff it, ain't no doubt I'ma spread I'ma cock and bust, since 13 I been droppin my nuts I'm online for new artists in Florida Got a bitch that'll drive with a package from Atlanta to Dallas You ain't know, better ask your bitch Paul Wall, Bun B, B.G. is as trill as it get [Chorus] |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about? [Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs [Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from B.G. - The Heart Of Tha Streetz Vol.2 (2006)
[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] |
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