(Paul Wall Intro)
I go by the name of Paul Wall The People's Champ
And I'm pullin' down with my partna Papoose baby
They talkin' bout…
(Paul Wall)
Kick the door down, weighed Glock, bag the money, gimme all that you got
Than its back to the hood, fo a all night flight, tryin to slang a lick at the gamblers spot
All or nothin, win or lose, grind all day, no time to snooze
Stack o' cash, one dolla at a time, just earnin' stripes, and payin my do's
5-9, 5-8, South Lee, South Bake, Lil E, Big Mix, my partna Bowdy, pour up the drank
Getcha eagle on flip a bird, 16 deep can buy you a brick
Plus that clock go stone for stone, gram for gram, lick for lick
Ova night celebrity in the streets, bust a move feet to feet
Cut the corner, slide off in the wind, and its back to the block for a meet n greet
Where's the drank? Where's the dro? Where's the whip? Where's the blow?
Pop seal, pour a fo', fire up the piff, light n blow
I'm comin straight from dat Houston, Texas, I got the tech, who's next wit plex?
I do yo ass, like a garbage fest, I'll peal yo shell n snap yo neck
It's Paul Wall no need to explain, emerged from the game in a slab on swang
Sip the drank, take it straight to the brain, I'm fuckin' round with that Drama King
(Chorus) (Paul Wall & Papoose)
I'm on that 16 loop, down in that Houston baby
I'm on Atlantic Ave. hip hop, police hate me
I'm posted up, I'm toasted up, I'm getting mine, New York Times
The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down
I go by the name of Paul Wall The People's Champ
And I'm pullin' down with my partna Papoose baby
They talkin' bout…
(Paul Wall)
Kick the door down, weighed Glock, bag the money, gimme all that you got
Than its back to the hood, fo a all night flight, tryin to slang a lick at the gamblers spot
All or nothin, win or lose, grind all day, no time to snooze
Stack o' cash, one dolla at a time, just earnin' stripes, and payin my do's
5-9, 5-8, South Lee, South Bake, Lil E, Big Mix, my partna Bowdy, pour up the drank
Getcha eagle on flip a bird, 16 deep can buy you a brick
Plus that clock go stone for stone, gram for gram, lick for lick
Ova night celebrity in the streets, bust a move feet to feet
Cut the corner, slide off in the wind, and its back to the block for a meet n greet
Where's the drank? Where's the dro? Where's the whip? Where's the blow?
Pop seal, pour a fo', fire up the piff, light n blow
I'm comin straight from dat Houston, Texas, I got the tech, who's next wit plex?
I do yo ass, like a garbage fest, I'll peal yo shell n snap yo neck
It's Paul Wall no need to explain, emerged from the game in a slab on swang
Sip the drank, take it straight to the brain, I'm fuckin' round with that Drama King
(Chorus) (Paul Wall & Papoose)
I'm on that 16 loop, down in that Houston baby
I'm on Atlantic Ave. hip hop, police hate me
I'm posted up, I'm toasted up, I'm getting mine, New York Times
The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down
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