Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
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We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo'nin
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This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us
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The foundation, knahmtalkinbout?
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[Chorus: Trey Songz]
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Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already)
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Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already)
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Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already)
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VA to H-Town yeah you already know
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Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already)
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Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy (already)
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The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already)
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Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand
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It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that's my land
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Who's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me
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I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee
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And I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straight
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No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't wait
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I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lens
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So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens
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Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get chose
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Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know
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Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank up, where's the fo'
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Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin
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[Chorus]
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch'n paint
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Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bank
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I don't know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin
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I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin
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Gettin money that's all I know, on my toes never off my note
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Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro
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I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop
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And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop
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I'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or nuttin no turnin back
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I'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacks
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I'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it takes, crackerjack
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In love with my money and that's a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin
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[Chorus]
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[Paul Wall]
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Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin
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Trunk is popped up, screens fallin from the sky
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I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
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And I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game..
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Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't complain or whine
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I just get on my grind, puttin in work overtime
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I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind
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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 the road to riches
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It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches
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Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a loss
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And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost
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I peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chess
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I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that's my quest
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I'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it fresh
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I'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still ridin dirty pimpin
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl
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Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank ya for ya purchase
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Keep holdin the South down, because, we are
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Ridin' Dirty
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| Paul Wall |
