Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

Get money stay true

[Intro]
 I'ma break 'em off real bad, I'ma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab


[Chorus]
 I'ma break 'em off real bad, I'ma break 'em
 I'ma break 'em off real bad
 I'ma break 'em, I'ma break 'em off real bad
 I'ma show 'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
 I'ma break 'em
 I'ma break 'em off real bad, I'ma break 'em
 I'ma break 'em off real bad
 I'ma break 'em, I'ma break 'em off real bad
 I'ma show 'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab


[Paul Wall]
 Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel
 Poppin trunks, poppin pills, still poppin seals
 High up in the hill with my mind on millz
 Piece of chain swangin, bank roll, shiny grill
 Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with my mind on cream
 I'm in that mean green machine clean on 19s
 Flat screens in the headrest, swangin like a swing set
 Brandy wine, paint wet, comin down tha's a fact
 I'm in the lot chasin broads like a lesbian
 Full of that Kush flower, I'm breakin off pedestrians
 Higher than the street lights, floatin like a parachute
 Buzzin like a bumblebee, mustard green Bentley coupe
 Young gangsta, mack game sharper than a thumbtack
 Breakin 'em off, makin all the boppers attract
 Then they watch me, I'm rocked up fully loaded and slabbin
 Tryin to hit it and quit it
 Walk off like Big Papi, break 'em off


[Chorus]


[Lil' Keke]
 Aye, aye
 I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
 I'm hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
 The truck gold mist five 50 slow buddy
 Bentley continental with the mink floors dummy
 Paul Wall money, that's +Expensive Taste+
 And 'em friendly ass fools we send 'em to MySpace
 I'ma break 'em off until the backbones broken
 Stainless steel drop phantom, leave the top open
 Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
 And the Kush done start burnin, better cover your clothes (that's right)
 Concrete crumblin, glass shootin lazers
 Crawlin and cuttin up on 24 razors
 I'ma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal
 Chasin paper in the mornin, call me Houston Chronicle
 Hold on then you buckle up the seat belt
 Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF


[Chorus]


[Paul Wall]
 Already
 Higher than the satellite, crawlin like a baby
 Maneuverin through the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady
 Still choppin on 'em buttons, I'm struttin and lookin fresh
 Switch hittin like Berkman, this is ballin at its best
 In dat Minute Maid droppa', with retractable roof
 Finer than wood, wavin the hood, student loans on the tooth
 The fifth wheel on the ground, and the trunk in the air
 Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa
 My skillz is so ill when workin the wood wheel
 Tippin 4s like a waiter, beware of the o'erseer
 Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin
 I'm sippin on dat Osama, baby leanin like I'm limpin
 In dat 2 seater feeder, it's me and a seáorita
 3 ounces up in the liter, and it's ten up in the heater
 Mackin a mamacita, runnin game like a cheetah
 I'm knockin 'em out the park similar to Derek Jeter (Break 'em off)


[Chorus]