Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

"The Peoples Champ"

Yessir, SwishaHouse!
 DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
 Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Maf-i-UHH!
 It's goin down


[Chorus: repeat 4X]
 Eighty-fo's (eighty-fo's) candy paint (candy paint)
 Switchin lanes (switchin lanes) sippin drank (sippin drank)


[Paul Wall]
 It's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me, these hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout
 Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth
 Do's open, do's close, where's the camera I'll strike a pose
 I'm still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's
 The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip
 That purple drank is what I sip, in my cell phone keep a chip
 I'm talkin bid'ness I put it down, I'm choppin blades and I'm poppin shrooms
 I'm from the land of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump
 Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I'm on the prowl
 I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it's goin down
 Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
 SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what's the deal


[Chorus]


[DJ Paul]
 We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade
 We po' that purple drank straight up like it's that Kool-Aid
 We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid
 While you cry but ask how they givin up the fade
 Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch screen
 with the removable screen, lookin mean on the scene
 When hoes see me they sayin everybody ain't able
 Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table


[Juicy J]
 Juicy J, I'm the mayne, got the G's, fuck the fame
 See a lil' freak, run some game, and she goin I'ma take some brain
 I'm on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts
 I'm on the scene, drankin lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
 I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
 But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport
 Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up
 Nothin but self-made millionaires so you corporate folks can shut the fuuuuuuuuuck


[Chorus]


[Paul Wall]
 I got a deep freezer up on my neck and sno-cones up in my ear
 A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin somethin like a chandelier
 You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe
 Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
 Where's the drank I'm runnin low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
 But not to worry dough never doubt, I'll go to the doctor with a cough
 It's Paul Wall baby that's my name, fly like a plane what it do
 I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch
 Just like a midget I'm sittin low, and like a snail I'm crawlin slow
 Where's Mike, where's Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low
 Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud
 I'm chopped up by Michael Watts, it's Paul Wall baby that's what's up


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"I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout" [repeat 3X]
 "I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa..."