What, Swishahouse, Sucka Free Kiss our ass if you bootlegging Hold up Watts, bring that back Chamillionaire, let me and Paul Wall Get some of that..
[Chamillionaire] Look, I'm not the type to brag about the size of my dick Cause I would rather brag about, the size of my chips My dimes and my nick's, and how I ride with your sis With a diamond in my ear, about the size of your fist Keep your eyes on my wrist, while I shine and I gliss Don't sip-sip syrup, I'm buying the Crys' I think some of y'all niggaz, just trying to piss Me off, cause your girlfriend dying to kiss this Baller on the lips, I'm calling it quit's Ain't rapping no mo' after this, you wish Get your mind correct, Chamillionaire wreck The stereo don't even wanna, let the tape out your deck Throw up your set, and take notes for my lesson Everywhere I go, I hear dumb ass questions Do you know Slim Thug, is he really a thug Is Ron C a DJ, or does that nigga sell drugs Get out my face, before I slap out the taste I'm not really in the mood, for catching a case Haters get erased, you can ask he's a Leo Your woman wanna be my queen, wanna be my Cleo Patra I slap a, rapper with a stack of Big faces gold platinum, and make em put my plack up Don't bring good luck, I bring niggaz damage Could make niggaz panic, when I chop it up in Spanish No no, problemo it's all to the bueno Knock knock Michael Watts, go on pass me a demo Keep-keep it real, and the keep the Chamillion on your mind Spit fire every line, now you can press rewind
(*talking*) Bring it back one mo' time It's Paul Wall..
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[Chamillionaire] Look, I'm not the type to brag about the size of my dick Cause I would rather brag about, the size of my chips My dimes and my nick's, and how I ride with your sis With a diamond in my ear, about the size of your fist Keep your eyes on my wrist, while I shine and I gliss Don't sip-sip syrup, I'm buying the Crys' I think some of y'all niggaz, just trying to piss Me off, cause your girlfriend dying to kiss this Baller on the lips, I'm calling it quit's Ain't rapping no mo' after this, you wish Get your mind correct, Chamillionaire wreck The stereo don't even wanna, let the tape out your deck Throw up your set, and take notes for my lesson Everywhere I go, I hear dumb ass questions Do you know Slim Thug, is he really a thug Is Ron C a DJ, or does that nigga sell drugs Get out my face, before I slap out the taste I'm not really in the mood, for catching a case Haters get erased, you can ask he's a Leo Your woman wanna be my queen, wanna be my Cleo Patra I slap a, rapper with a stack of Big faces gold platinum, and make em put my plack up Don't bring good luck, I bring niggaz damage Could make niggaz panic, when I chop it up in Spanish No no, problemo it's all to the bueno Knock knock Michael Watts, go on pass me a demo Keep-keep it real, and the keep the Chamillion on your mind Spit fire every line, now you can press rewind
(*talking*) Bring it back one mo' time It's Paul Wall..
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