(feat. Killa Kyleon, Paul Wall)
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[Chorus 3x]
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What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
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What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
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What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
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What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about
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[Mike Jones]
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What ya know about that candy paint with butter guts
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V-b-s, princess cuts with purple stuff up in my cup
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I'm grippin on that grain man, switching lane to lane man
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In my Rover Range man, like Collie on them heaven thang
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I'm in the parking lot with my candy apple drop
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Hop inside, press a button, watch my top pass out
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See I'm a hustler on my grind, the four vogues fit for reclining
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Watch me smile and show my grill so y'all can see that I'm a shine
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2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
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Thats my cell phone number hit me up on the low
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I'm from the city of the clutch where the music screwed up
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I'm switching lanes, holding grain, about to tear the curb up, baby
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Paul Wall]
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What ya know about some vogue tires and 84's
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Candy paint red cherry blossom drippin off the door
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I'm from the place where our smiles stay iced out
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Diamonds in our mouth, baby jammin on this Swishahouse
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I'm Paul Wall the peoples champ, the trunk popper
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I'm something like a chick magnet catching all the boppers
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We used to ride choppers back in 9-8
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Still jammin grey tapes in this Lone Star state
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I'm from the place we be sippin on prescription cough syrup
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It's some icy white shoes and a tall tee shirt
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I got the trunk on crack with neon lights in the back
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We still jammin Robert Davis what ya know about that baby
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Killa Kyleon]
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Pulling up holding, got the top folding
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Got vogues on my lo' when I got the drop strolling
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Got Now 'N' Later paint (paint)
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Peter Pan guts (guts)
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15's banging I can beat a man up
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Big grill in the lady, gat in the waist
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See the 5th wheel sleepin when I'm sliding away
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Poppin my trunk, you see the lights glowing
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Me and Paul Wall leaning, you see the Sprite pouring
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It's an H-Town thang when you riding on swangs
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In that candy coated frame grippin on that wood grain
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You call 'em hoes, we call 'em bops
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You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops
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Killa!
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[Chorus 2x]
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What Ya Know About...
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| Mike Jones |
