They Don’t Know Paul Wall (Ft. Bun B)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
They don't know what that star about, they don't know what that Barre about
They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about
Texas is the home of the players and pimps
Showin' naked ass​ in the great state of Texas
Third Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Texas, motherfucker​, that's where I stay (Already)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
What you know about swangers and vogues? (What?)
What you know about purple drank? (What?)
What you know about poppin' trunk? (What?)
With neon lights and candy paint
What you know about white shirts? (You don't know)
Starched-down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth (What?)
Big ol' chains with an iced-out piece (Bing)
You don't know about Michael Watts (Nothin')
You don't know about DJ Screw (Nothin')
What you know about, man, hold up
I done came down and what it do? (Already)
You don't know about P-A-T (Uh)
What you know about free Pimp C?
What you know 'bout the Swishahouse? (What?)
Man, what you know bout the S.U.C.? (Nothin')
We keep it player, ain't no fake
We be holdin' plex whenever haters hate (Okay)
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star State
Out-of-towners be comin' around
Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down
But you don't know nothin' 'bout my town
Either hold it down or move around