Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

"The Peoples Champ"

[Chorus:]
 Sip sippin tha barre
 Grippin tha grain
 I got 17 karrots in my piece and chains [repeat 4x]


[Verse 1:]
 Ya'll open a map and take a trip down south
 Come on over to huston,texas welcome to the swisha house
 It's the land of the trill
 Coming straight out the block
 I got my mind on my hustle
 Im tyrna make it to the top
 So I put in work and stack at night
 Determination is all I got
 On the grind I sceme and plot
 Whatever it takes to raise my stock
 Im breaking bread out here try to survive
 On my new water with these sharks prayin I stay alive
 Im putting up numbers like garnett on that 610 south
 Aint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the south
 This here that people's champ talk
 This the expressions of a g
 And ima be chasin after them g's until I R.I.P.
 Its paul wall baby
 What it do be bangin screws since '92
 Pat pat,lil kee kee,funky hawk and the rest of the crew
 So whos next on that plex
 Im flippin slab and weavin hood
 Wit screens hanging down from the roof im ballin like a real playa should im


[Chorus x4]


[Verse 2:]
 They got you thinking huston,texas the home of david carr
 But really its candy paint playas sippin on barre
 Take a ride wit a star straight outta that loone star state
 Lil michael watched the train and told me I gotta hold my weight
 Motovation is the key when you moving them keys
 Entropenuaters out the game outta
 The 713
 See one of the keys to my success
 I switched up like rick maddox
 While maintaining my composings to become one of the baddest
 I stick to the g code in my el g'est clothes
 While im tippin on 4 4 's with these scuicide doors
 I buy dro and pro pow for my dogs that died in the past
 Prayin to god I stay flow just to make this hustle last
 Its prime time im obeying the laws
 While my life is on trial
 Im tyrn knockout pieces chain and throw some ice on my smile
 Its all work and no play while im out here punching in clock
 Its hustlemania out here grinding on the block im tryna ball baby


[Chorus x4]


[Verse 3:]
 From the 3rd coast trenches where the killers don't think
 Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink
 These lil cowards tryna sas and make the character of a g
 But im squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me
 Its g's up and marks down when im making my round
 While im up in nyc with dipset we shutting it down
 Shouts out to keenan martin holding it down in the low coast
 While im on the block grinin tryna hold my post
 Im glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste
 Im iced out like frozen food
 Sippin on the ski taste
 Im moving time on my grind
 It aint no time for playing games
 Thats why I hustle 25/8 acumulating
 This change
 I got them diamonds up against that wood grippin grain and sippin good
 Bustin time thats my hood gettin money is understood
 Im on the hustle baby all night and all day
 100 d up in my safe
 Safe to say that boy is paid


[Chorus x5]