[Intro: Paul Wall]
We back baby
Swishahouse, TF
Mr. Lee, P. Wall
[Chorus1: Paul Wall]
I got the screw tape playin in the deck
So I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers pokin
Yeah the slab hold me (hey)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Cooler than a fan (fan)
Money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags
With them rubberbands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Ballin is a habit
That money, I got to have it
I'm an addict for that paper
My hustle is automatic
My presence is so Jurassic
These lames is so tragic
I'm lightin that Cali cactus
So I'm higher than an attic
I'm choppin up the block like a garbage disposal
So the boppers proposition an indecent proposal
I'm cool like popsicle
Been grindin since I was little
On this pool pick narrating these proverbs and riddles
I'm fresh like green bananas and fly like Continental
Cause I stay up on my grind late night, like Jimmy Kimmel
In that pomegranate slam with the roof convert
Five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork
That Cali is active when Lil Keke got the trees lit
Tiltin the bumper kit
I'm flippin with the screens lit
Ridin with the Big Dogg
We Breakin 'Em Off
Sippin the stuff to cure my cough
Pardon me, I'm throwed off
We back baby
Swishahouse, TF
Mr. Lee, P. Wall
[Chorus1: Paul Wall]
I got the screw tape playin in the deck
So I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers pokin
Yeah the slab hold me (hey)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Cooler than a fan (fan)
Money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags
With them rubberbands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Ballin is a habit
That money, I got to have it
I'm an addict for that paper
My hustle is automatic
My presence is so Jurassic
These lames is so tragic
I'm lightin that Cali cactus
So I'm higher than an attic
I'm choppin up the block like a garbage disposal
So the boppers proposition an indecent proposal
I'm cool like popsicle
Been grindin since I was little
On this pool pick narrating these proverbs and riddles
I'm fresh like green bananas and fly like Continental
Cause I stay up on my grind late night, like Jimmy Kimmel
In that pomegranate slam with the roof convert
Five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork
That Cali is active when Lil Keke got the trees lit
Tiltin the bumper kit
I'm flippin with the screens lit
Ridin with the Big Dogg
We Breakin 'Em Off
Sippin the stuff to cure my cough
Pardon me, I'm throwed off
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