With my mind on cash hand on glock Gettin' money evading cops Milk and honey, I need that guap All that runnin', it's time to stop Gimme that bread or get this lead All that cash that
Traducere: De perete, Paul. Dă-mi Această.
full of beat Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat Frown, you can make us all clown in the street Gimme the beat and we leakin' No mercy for the haters that
you talk that shit and peep these streets Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my head [DJ Paul:] Killin', buckin',
Jeezy Got that thang on me so you better take it easy Catch me in tha hood knockin' pictures off tha wall Sittin' sideways like that nigga Paul Wall
with ya goods So don't play like that (don't) Don't act like that (don't) If you ain't like that, you know, [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I got them windows
put it on me and i'd never be the same that'd be nice but i do not think that that's gone do a thang im married to my change and that will never change
Here I Am) What up Paul, what up Rasaq and Lew Hawk, what up Twin Big Cat (What up Cham?), they say that you think that you tough man Get on the mic and
gettin throw'd Ridin-ridin' 84's Bustin-bustin' threw ya kit 'cause I got suicide do's Lil mama spread ya legs Before that gimme head Before I let you
you talk that shit and peep these streets Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my head DJ Paul: Killin', buckin',
you... (fat mother fucker) [Royce Speaking] Ayo, cut that shit. Fuck that nigga, you diss me you gon' be dissed back, nigga. Yo mama. (mother fucker) And I beat yo' ass. Wall
like jeezy got that thang on me so u better take it easy catch me in tha hood knockin bitches out tha wall sittin sideways like that nigga Paul Wall
like real wack and shit, so that's all the response. He said "man that was tite." [Jay-Z:] "That, that was cool. That was hot." That was it. You know,
of beat, Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat Frown, you can make a song. Clown in the street Gimme the beat and we leakin No mercy for the haters that
spades, Black jack, 21, pitty-pat See you with' your chain, better gimme that Bitch, Mac book pros all over Tact took stacks, shook pros all over I got goons that
wine up) [Chorus: Elephant Man] Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine
wine though) [Chorus: Elephant Man] Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up
