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Wall Paul Ridin Dirty

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

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

respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on twenty inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall

ll show you how to make a Sprite remix Dipset, Bad Boy, Jim Jones, Jha Jha, Paul Wall They call me Diddy, Harlem, stand up Dirty South, stand up, Midwest

rocks like this (Holla at me baby) You can see me from afar, I'm the shit Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is?? (What it do?) It's Paul Wall baby,

dis paper 2 get dis money and i'm ridin dirty my cousin wookie taught me one thang and one thang only keep it real my nigga and continue ridin dirty [

on a shoppin spree But you ain't ridin (naw), not with me Cause I feelin mellow on choppin Spree's (haha) [Verse 16: Chamillionaire - imitating Paul Wall

baby) You can see me from a far I'm the shit Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do) [Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker

where its at Whatever it takes crack or jack In love with my money and thats a fact And we STILL RIDIN' DIRTY [Chorus] [Paul Wall: Talking] Right