[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
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[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 corporate folks can shut the fuuuuuuuuuck
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[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
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"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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