[Talking:]
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[Paul Wall:]
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What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House
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[B.G.:]
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And this B. Gizzle - the heart of the streetz
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[Paul Wall:]
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It go down knah'I'm'talkin bout, bangin screw
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[B.G.:]
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H-Town, N.O. connection
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[Paul Wall:]
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Knah'I'm'talkin
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[B.G.:]
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Let's go!
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[Chorus: Yung Redd]
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I know you hate when I get tired of that slab - then switch to another
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My partner do the same - mayne they all differant colors
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Got candy paint drippin, you in my trunk stutter (st - stutter)
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It's the state I'm in that'll tell you I'm a hustler (hustler)
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I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap
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Comin down the boulevard just holdin slab
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Aye I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap
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Comin down the boulevard just holdin slab
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[Verse 1: B.G.]
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You know me B.Geezy from way back
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Before they made the Phanthom's, or they made the Maybach's
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It was Impala this - it was 'Lac that
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It was loud rump, wood grain, and wet - wet
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Times changed niggaz stuntin game picked up
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You can stay at home if ya whip ain't whipped up
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Cause you done slipped up hoes ain't even peepin'
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If ya shit ain't mean, and ya grill ain't blingin'
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I'm comin hard dogg everyday of the week
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Black Benz, black Range, black Infinity Jeep
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The black Porsche truck got the freak bendin over
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The camoflauge truck it's representin solider
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
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Move out the way baby boy here I come
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I'm the topical discussion like that boy Vince Young
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I'm on the boulevard holdin' workin wood grain wheel
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Top down, sun shinin on my ice tray grill
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The car fresh out the wash no soap, just water
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Turnin everybodies head with my remote control starter
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I'm a head turner flippin in my old school dropper
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Tippin down on 8 - 4's look, oh so proper
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I'm flossin with my partner Memphis in that black on black
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Wavin trunk down West Park to make the boppers attract
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Them hoes don't know how to act - I'm hoggin lane in the Lac
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And I'm a keep on ridin swangers till them hoes start to clack... baby
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: B.G.]
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If you can get it, I got it... if you have it, I had it
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From the Lex, to the Benz, from Denali, to Caddi
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Ridin'fly no doubt twenty - fo's and up
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I'm ridin slow cause purple kool aid in my cup
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I'm a down south boy you know we shine
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You workin with somethin you hear them hoes holla (waaahhh)
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My pockets on swoll, my whip on beam
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I started that shit so you know my wrist bling
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I went to H - Town to see Paul Wizzy
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I left with my grizzy lookin so pretty
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Got diamonds from the bottom - to the top of my grill
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These couple hundred thousands tryin to turn into a mill
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[Chorus]
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Deuces Up
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B.G. |