How Gangstas Roll Paul Wall (Ft. Crys Wall)

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[Chorus: Paul Wall & Crys Wall]
You could catch me ridin' in the Lac, top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed (I'm throwed)
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed (I'm blowed)
Any day of the week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold)
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man That's how gangstas roll (That's how gangstas roll)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm higher than a top flite, throwed like a splitter
My pockets keep gettin' bigger cuz I'm one bad figure
Boppas n gold diggaz on the track at work
I'm hurtin' feelings in the Benz wit a deuce and a squirt
I'm a fillibuster for hustlaz invadin' them mark bustaz
Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp
Swangin' and woodworkin' convertin' this closed curtains
For certain, I betta not spill no purple drank on my shirt
I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin' paper chasin
Deez boyz is steady hatin', so this pistol I'm embracin'
Dat Lac is so amazin' when the elbows is skatin'
Cranker wires and vogue tires, one hell of collaboration
Amos, Farris n Slaton, we Jordan, Jackson and Pippen
Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'
Neva been caught slippin' cuz dat Glock I hold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on