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