is lost (Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon (Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n (Four) without me and you the crew
, ask paul wall, ask roll Go ask Cooper, ask Slim, they already know And they'll tell you they ready to represent it It's still in here doing it, you
try'na get you the stairs Trying me in economy try'na get me some bread They putting Palin on TV and promise me pretty legs Looking the Fox News try'na
lot of comin to grips that you gonna be facin alone. All this time all this time you was wrong.But you know whatever happens I got you, and you know what
chip in my phone, I stay talkin free If it ain't 'bout money stop callin me Leave me alone if you ain't talkin G's If your name ain't on a damn caller
my watch If you was smart you'd watch the golds that's on top of my crotch The rocks in my watch, is more then a Rocky Sandlot You jealous cuz you bought
this cash For you if I was in the gang, I would burn the flag We knew each other for a week, you put up your cards And brought me out of jail for three
graduate What I feel is hard to articulate If you want me to matriculate You'd better teach me tonight What do you get for lessons Teach me... come on and teach me... teach me
why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice If you want my CD I will give you special price Haha, take Trummond's advice St. Paul Slim the best homie, none of its
you knew That we one notch below Pimp and Screw but we (way higher than you) I'm skatin, no Daytons, with Paul Wall to plate and (plate and) Ya must've
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
the hood And my fist on top of the wood Sparkling good If you ain't after my change I don't believe ya If a skeezer ask me to feed her With my visa
is what it is You'd feel how I feel, if you been where I been Live what I live, see what I see So get out my ear, and just let me be [Paul Wall] I'm
the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (don't feel me) [Hook: Chamillionaire] Still,
green To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay [DJ Paul] Can it be Rolls that
is not fiction on you bitches Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians Executioner style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees Await till you