Lyrics Everybody Know Me - Paul Wall, Snoop Dogg

Everybody Know Me

i got the screw tape playing in the deck\nso i drive slowly got them swangers pokin\nyeh the slab hold me\neverybody know me X4\ncooler than fan money in my hand\nstash in thn brown paper bags with them rubberbands\ni aint got tsay nothing. everybody know mex4\nballin is habbit that money i gota have it\nim an addict for that paper my hustle is automatic\nmy presence is so jerassic the lanes is so tragic\nim lightin that cali paper so im higer than the attic\nim choppin up the block like a garbage disposal\nso the the bible propostition and indesent proposal\nim cool like popsicla been grinden since i was little\non this pool picnaratin the proverbs and riddles\nim fresh like green bananas and fly like contenental\ncause i stay up on my grind late night like jimmy kimmel\nin that palmagranted slam with that roof convert\nfive stars under the skirts call it famous foot work\nthat cali is active when lil kekee got that chesly\ntiltin that bumper kit im flipin with the screensly\nridin with the big dog we breakin off sipin that stuff\nto cure my cough pardon me im throwed off.\nchorous\nroll it up smoke it up break it up throught it up\nspeed it up slow it up cut it up screw it up\ndo it up who involved do it to em uncle dog\neverywhere i flown and gone been know to bounce some bars\nenterouge thing in charge i could never camaflouge\ndoggy do it extra large coppin to a lesser charge\npaul wall your next in charge s is hard rappin hard\ndressin hard techin hard blastem like?\nim a bad mother im the only rapper know by your grandmother\nand your preacher and yoru teacher aint that a trip\nmoshi moshi acagauru aint that a bitch thats japanese\nlil homie you should learn to mingle see snoop dogg is international and bilingl\nim in the game got the fame and the money mayne and\neverybody know my motherfuckin name\nchourus\ncorrect me if im wrong but goddamn im fly\nin my famous stars and stripes no suit no tie\ni got the heavy starch grease so im sharp as an ice pick\nim swangin and bangin and holdin rain like a vice grip\nim high as a cielin fan and fly as superman\nim hot as a fryin pan cause baby im the man\nim leanin like a kick stand stackin up them grands from\n? to batan that wood grain in my hand\nroll it up and pass it as i cruise through traffic\nslow motion candy ocean on this antique classic\nim superseedin my quata out collectin the dimes\nmy speech slured cause im leanin like a half passed 9\nim tippin dime on them craigers im skatin like devin harford\nwith the trunk full of speakers beatin hard like travis barker\nthe money in the stash paid for made stack im swangin till the\nfos clack drinkin codine next track\nchorous\nEverybody Know Me Sözleri, AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır.