(feat. Chamillionaire)
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[Chorus: Chamillionaire (Paul Wall)]
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Guess it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday*
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My chain lookin like the sun
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Swag turned way up, maybe 'cause I'm draped up, stay plush
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I don't know where y'all come from
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But that's just how we do (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
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That's how we do it 'round here (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
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That's how we do (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
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That's how we do it 'round here (that's-that's-that's-that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
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That's how we do
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[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
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Knock, knock, who is it? Guess who come to pay a visit?
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It's the Mr. Walking Blizzard, with the "here lizard, lizard"
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Flyer than a flock of pigeons, the earlobes are vivid
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But if you try to test, you'll get smoked like a brisket
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Last palace, fast livin, Family Guy like Peter Griffin
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And my wallet is stuffed like turkeys at Thanksgiving
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I grind hard, my pockets full like Easter Mass
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Paper long, my money stretchin like yoga class
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"Get Money", yeah that's my task, I'm throwed like a piece of trash
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My wrists light up like camera flash while commentators live in the past
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But me and Koopa back on our mash from Antoine to Ledbetter
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Got more paper than a mail shredder, 'cause 'round here we go getters
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
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Chamillitary mayne, who knowin just how I do, so it's time to turn up your tuner
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With radio play or not, they talk about me like a rumor (rumor)
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And they hope my album will leak on the streets and come sooner (sooner)
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I now renounce my throne as the King of Zamunda
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Hollywood, not true, been sick, ah-choo
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The inventors of the "what it do, " where the Don Kings of the candy blue
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We don't really mean to brag but we legends so act like you knew
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That we one notch below Pimp and Screw but we (way higher than you)
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I'm skatin, no Daytons, with Paul Wall to plate and (plate and)
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Ya must've got us mistaken 'cause ain't no play-action fakin (fakin)
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Earthquakin, trunk shakin (shakin), the realest in my state and (say what?)
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The treat me like I'm God, they be like As-Salamu Alaykum, so vacant
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
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'Round here the grind pays, it's all work and no play
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My pockets thick like Deltas and my Sprite's pink like AKA's
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Brace yourself, you'll be amazed, all haters can suck on these
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Me and Cham back in the game, I'm Reggie Bush, he's Drew Brees
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I run the mic and he's so thoed, now all the blogs are quite pleased
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'Cause they thought we fell off like dry scalp and bad weave
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"Get Ya Mind Correct" please, my wrist cold like winter breeze
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'Cause I'm grindin up all night like little kids on Christmas Eve
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I keep the stacks on deck like a lawn chair
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The wristware give off a glare, so when ya stare, do so with care
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'Round here we one hundred but them boys far from it
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Everyday I'm in the paper like the comics, how we do it 'round here
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[Chorus]
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Round Here
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| Paul Wall |
