Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

"Heart Of A Champion"

[Intro]
 The Peoples champ baby
 That be yours truly Paul Wall
 You know what I'm talkin bout
 Gettin this money all day and all night
 And you know I'm flyer than a mosquito baby cuz that's how I do
 I got expensive taste you know what I'm talking bout
 Sit back take notes already


I wake up in the morning and I yawn and stretch
 Lace up some new J's now I'm new born fresh
 Got the 501 jeans creased starched and pressed
 Expensive taste name brand hat and shirt on my chest
 Got the boppers going crazy pull up in my Mercedes 
Knocking down the ladies from Pasadena to Katy
 Most of them dudes hate me cuz I sweet talking they lady
 But don't bring her around me if your game ain't all gravy
 No time for games my mind on stacking change
 Tryin to flip this paper and change this chevy to a range
 Screen fall like rain as I maneuver the grain
 I pull up 3 screens 4 twelves 5 swangs
 Cadillac convert while my trunk do the jerk
 And the speakers in the back are drumming like Neil Peart 
Haters on high alert 3 ounces in the squirt 
Perc 10s for dessert and Pimp C on my shirt
 I I come around the corner so slow alert 
When wood grain get worked all feelings get hurt
 Gorilla poke swangers all up under the skirt
 First place in the car show in the back getting slurped
 I step on the dirt and stop traffic like a school bus
 All eyes on me I'm fly as a flock of ducks
 Chasing these big bucks Haters can suck nuts
 They flaky as pie crust and sensitive as an I touch
 Put that on the hood the corner and the block 
TV Johnny put 35 carats up on the watch
 100 til my heart stops running this paper chasing
 Draped in expensive taste my music is slow pace
 Prada is on the face partner that's shades
 And if its ain't 84s and vogues than its blades
 Crisp new levis grinding since I was knee high
 Need I say mo' fo sho you know we fly
 Jordons on the toes when you see Paul Wall
 Shopping spree at ?SL2? I crawls from the mall
 Man I'm so fly no connections no jet lag
 ?Parvay? carat stones I break them off bad
 I'm a hustla chasing meal tickets on a daily basis
 I gotta get it I'm chasing them big faces
 I'm putting paper in my pocket all damn year
 So I can pull out Maserati and put carats in my ear
 The diamonds shine so clear never from Debeer
 I holla at TV Johnny he the man round here
 Partner I got my mind and on Dollar signs and signing checks
 I thinking snow cones on ear mouth wrist and neck 
I got the game in check and my wrist game's correct
 The diamond watch so shinny call it time to reflect 
I gotta call these shots partner I came to wreck
 And if you owe me lil homie then its time to collect
 I'm straped up like a baby in the car seat
 All work all day all night and all week
 No sleep a hustla up on the creep
 Getting my cash up bread stacked extra steep, baby


[Outro]
 Know what I'm talking bout
 And if you got a problem with me getting my paper 
Then hit me at my website www dot kiss my ass dot com
 Know what I'm saying We in here Know what I'm talking bout
 Sweatshop I see you baby
 P.F. James what up 
My partner Skinhead Rob rolling it up
 We bout to get tore up
 T Barker I see you baby
 Already