playa, it's throwed off playa I'm da Chick Magnet, I'mma da people's champ I'm in da club throwed off 'cuz I'm da peoples tramp I'm takin shots of patron
a 80's drought, I'm about that Valley Jo Po Po, be throwing tantrums, 'cause I live up on a hill With a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion
I'm sum'n like a pimp(x2) (Paul Wall:) (Making em bop) I'm sitting down in pimp mode My trunk bump like a lymph node Them boppas gaze and haters haze I'm playa
I'm clubbin' wit the pees, I get cheddar wit the fees I'm always on the hustle, so don't ask why I succeed I got flows, I got dro, I got whatever you
all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy) Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap
But I'm a street fighter like jean claude And I'll split your shit, god Right down the middle Play you like a riddle I got a fetish for titties, I nibble
I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin
them cute lil feet She a freak under the covers but she keep it discrete She's my midnight treat Baby for real that's why I'm your man (Chorus) (Paulo Wall
it man I told n-ggas I aint a Game All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin' He sold a milli, I'm vanilli So it aint a thing to make it
I pass, I'm swerving in a slab It's Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top And I'm going to
I'm done with it, it will be a puroo when I flow you can't deny I'm cold as fuck and I'm all so fly hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly
diamonds white/ I'm Don Ke and this H-Town, them playas chose and them haters mad/ I'm screwed up and i'm underground, i'm still trill like, Bun & Chad
it If Paul Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm through with it I'm the shh, na, na, I'm sewerage Whizzy F, baby, I do this here Young ladies Put ya
man I told niggas I ain't a Game All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin' He sold a milli, I'm vanilli So it ain't a thing to make it
-a-dope ollie shuffle And dance around my opponents, do donuts Sometimes I play possom, like I'm asleep, it's awesome I'm like a sleepin' giant and when I awake, I'm
of nonsense I shall drive without a license, without clothing, without direction" "And if I make it to Arkansas, fine And if I'm running late, if I'm running a
recall That I burned you, and I can tell by 21 you'll be bald I'm off the wall, with all the off the head shit that I make up You need one haircut, plus
I'm sittin' in traffic for the fifth year in a row Wastin' my time just to get where I don't even wanna go I started jauntin' things down on a crispy