[Freeway: (Intro)]
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Free! Paul Wall!
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And we coming with the bump bump buuum!
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Early! Yeah! Uh! It's The Roc, Swishahouse and we
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Dumping on y'all hating ass niggas
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And we hit yall with the Bump Bump buuum
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Early! Uh! Yeah! Uh!
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Y'all better keep your weapons close
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It's Philly and Paul Wall
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And this is the way we ball bring the raw
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To your city got them semis
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If you really want war
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We gon bring it to your doorstep
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Vests and them hoodies
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And we pop pop pop
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Through your body
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Put the rest in your fitted
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And this is the way you fall to the ground
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An' you shaking nigga
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State prop cock game and we gun a hater down
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And we take a hater's pounds
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And we sell a hater's bricks
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And we the main reason why they chicks is not around
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Somebody tell them that they're rockin' Houston
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Swishahouse got that knockin' Houston we come and lock shit down
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[Chorus:]
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Real niggas stand up point em we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...
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And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him
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Real niggas step up we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...
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And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him
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[Paul Wall:]
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I hear these haters talking seem like they're getting louder
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These sweet cupcakes softer than some clam chowder
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I'm from the city to proudly serve crack rocks?
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For twenty dollars get you higher than an astronaut
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I keep a Glock in my state prop jeans
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Floating on cloud nine goin' off codiene
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I chuck a deuce to a hater
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I'm on a mission for paper
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I got Lil' Hawk with me serving dope fiends like a waiter
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I'm on the south B with my boy do you
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Big bank take little bank baby tell me what it do
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These boys talking loud but they ain't saying a thang
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But Paul Wall and Freeway will make 'em sang
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[Chorus]
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It's the Swishahouse state prop chain gang
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.45 cal big Glock bang bang
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I keep the tupperware tucked in my underwear
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Rain down thunder on these suckers make the clutter clear
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Let's get one thing clear I run with grizzly bears
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Bite you in your back and make you straighten out your chest hair
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I'm 100 baby no time for playing games
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I got a garden full of carats hanging in my chain
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I keep a player bought my paper fuck a hater
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Cause the real turn fake switching over like a crossfader
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I'm squashing chatter climbing up the ladder
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Cause my goal is to make my pockets fatter baby Paul Wall
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[Chorus]
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State To State
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| Paul Wall |
