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Pimpin' hoes slammin' Cadillac doors
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Shawty understand this is how we roll
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Parkin lot pimpin' on fo's
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VA to H Town yeah you already know
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Choppin' on blades so amazing
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Look at them boys teeth thats crazy
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The lean in the weed got us lazy
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Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
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Straight out the south with my nuts in my hand
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Its the Swisha House the Third Coast the state of Texas thats my land
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Whos the man thats in demand
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Its Paul Wall baby yeah thats me
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I put it down on that gulf bank but now i reside on that south beach
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And im hustlin on the grind 72
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Hours straight
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No time to eat or sleep im slangin' licks and that just won't wait
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Im campaignin for a new Benz
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On the rims with bubble lenz
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Im stackin' every dollar i see 100s 50s 20s and 10s
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Doors open doors close never sweat hoes playas get yo's
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Hustle and flow cars clothes thats the playa like that i know
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Roll the dank up where the dro?
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Pour the drank up where the fo's
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Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty
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Got a drop top on them rollerskates
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Candy jolly rancher paint
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Enjoyin the spoils of hard work and grind more tryin to get bank
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I dont know what them boys thinkin my motivation is benjamin franklin
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Im tryin to maintain this wealth that i been calculatin
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Gettin money thats all i know
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On my toes never off my note
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Woodgrain and hundred spokes i wave the trunk just like a pro
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I grind its off to work i go I hustle hard its no stop
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And if i flop i switch to hustle
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I learned the game then set up shop
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Im strivin' to make it to the top
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Its all or nothin no turnin back
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Im with them boys out on the block
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Accumulating them paper stacks
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Im makin money this where its at
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Whatever it takes crack or jack
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In love with my money and thats a fact
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And we STILL RIDIN' DIRTY
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[Paul Wall: Talking]
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Right now we got the 5th wheel reclinin
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Trunk popped up screens fallin from the sky
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Candy paint sprayed by eddie and im ridin on that glassy chrome
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all courtesy of my hustle game
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Real hustlin's in my blood line
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I dont complain or whine
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I just get on my grind puttin in work overtime
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I learned over time any hustle or any grind whatever it takes to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind
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I was born blind but now i see that road to riches
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Its a long road full of hurdles potholes and ditches
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Norv Freeman taught me keep it movin when you take a loss
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And Chad Butler taught me keep it trill at all costs
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I peep game from the best and since then i been playin chess
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I put in work with no rest
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To get that paper thats my quest
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Im on the slow grind towards success
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One of the best 'cause i keep it fresh
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Im one hundred isnt nothin less
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And im STILL RIDIN' DIRTY
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Still Ridin' Dirty
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