Palm Trees Paul Wall & Termanology (Ft. AZ & Solene)

[Intro]
Yeah
It's some fly shit right here
(Statik Selektah)
We outside with it
Although, this summer, we really outside
We gettin' live tonight, though
Let's go

[Verse 1: Termanology]
Heavy in my cup, pouring up
Got a whole seven grams in my Dutch, what the fuck?
It's a Friday and crime pays, so roll up
Don't nobody see you 'til you blowing up, that's a fact
Eyes on the prize while you enjoy the moment
'Cause don't nobody know where you going
You could be an underground talented rapper who spit bars
Then the next year, you could be a star
I said it's all God's plan, but he give us free will
Your choice to make moves, so be still
Me? I'm an assassin murdering mics for dollar bills
And you only good as your last kill
Got a new deal, cop some new wheels
Cop some new drip, spend a thou' on a fit
I be moving 'round in Cali, out in Slauson
Or H-Town to Austin, from Lawton to Boston
We outside