Yuh, knahmtalkinbout We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo'nin This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us The foundation, knahmtalkinbout?
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already) Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already) Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already) VA to H-Town yeah you already know Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already) Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy (already) The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already) Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know
[Paul Wall] I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that's my land Who's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee And I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straight No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't wait I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lens So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get chose Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank up, where's the fo' Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin
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[Paul Wall] I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch'n paint Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bank I don't know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin Gettin money that's all I know, on my toes never off my note Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop I'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or nuttin no turnin back I'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacks I'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it takes, crackerjack In love with my money and that's a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin
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[Paul Wall] Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin Trunk is popped up, screens fallin from the sky I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie And I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game.. Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't complain or whine I just get on my grind, puttin in work overtime I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a loss And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost I peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chess I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that's my quest I'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it fresh I'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still ridin dirty pimpin
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[Outro] On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank ya for ya purchase Keep holdin the South down, because, we areTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
