Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

"The Peoples Champ"

Yuh, boys plexin
 When somebody, holdin plex
 We gon' let 'em know what it do though
 Knahmtalkinbout? Yuh


[Chorus: Paul Wall]
 I'm stompin down on my Reebok white, rearview mirror jackers in sight
 Not to worry I fear no bite, I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight
 Got plex I got the pump, got plex I got the pump
 Got plex I got the pump, what it do, that's what's up


[Paul Wall]
 Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wet
 But not to fear I'm totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American Express
 I never leave home without the heater, I'm strapped up like a straightjacket
 I'm certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics
 Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccup
 Bend the corner bitch move around, I'll know ya head right by ya edge-up
 Seen ya straight to {?}, emergency room, ICU
 And have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tube
 Why these suckers eyein me, you don't wanna be tryin me
 Keep on lookin at me strange, I'ma have you seein siamese
 Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play
 Keep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you lay


[Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times]


[Archie Lee]
 I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-ly
 Sayin you gon' hold me, you gon' have to show me
 Draped in all black so I can stay low key
 So when they ask who done it won't nobody know me
 The whole fuckin H-Town, that's my hood
 I'ma put in they face so they can get it understood
 Mister master Archie Lee but you can call me Hollyhood
 I could cap on down, but I'ma keep it hood
 Check it out - fuckin rappin 'bout it, be about it
 Got plex with the Mister, bitch come see me about it (yeah)
 Real gangsters don't talk about what they gon' do ya
 They just cock the hammer back and let them slugs fly through ya


[Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times]


[Cootabang]
 If it's plex that ya holdin the gat attached I expose it
 And explode the flesh off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shoulders
 Homey who's takin over with soldiers, they can't control us
 They ain't understandin my motives, hold up pop the trunk and show us
 Artillery digger make you say shiver me timbers
 I'm off of the chain especially off Hennessy liquor
 It's Coot-banger, number one suspect for danger
 You niggaz can be decoded but the tec'll make you famous
 I'm out there SwishaHouse with Archie and Paul
 Got plex, then it's a mess you'll be too wet for a towel
 You'll be the color I'm reppin, that's what's poppin
 If you think you heard the weapon, that's Coot B cockin


[Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times]