| My paint is like, «Damn!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My rims is like, «Man!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My trunk is like, «Hold up!» |
| KnowhatImsayin'?
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| KnowhatImsayin'? |
| Texas and these boys ain’t playin'
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| My roof is like, «Damn!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My tooth is like, «Man!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| The truth we like, «Hold up!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| KnowhatImsayin'? |
| Texas and these boys ain’t playin'
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| This that «Man, hold up!» |
| shit, that styrofoam cup shit
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| That 84s and vogue flows that niggas can’t fuck wit'
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| Tippin' on fo’fos shit, slammin' Cadillac doors shit
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| That «Not only is it real, but it’s realer than your shit!»
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| Woodgrain wheel and the candy paint mandatory
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| If you’re from that Texas, you already understand the story
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| Money, cups and swangas (swangas), tops chopped with that trunk lit
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| Chunk a deuce with fingers (fingers), boy, we ain’t on that punk shit
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| Gulfway veteran that ain’t too many better than
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| Say he wanna dance with the devil, then fuck it, let him in
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| We don’t bar niggas, droppin' bars while we on barre
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| Yeah, you might be on, bitch, but you know you ain’t on par
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| When I pull up on a pussy nigga with that chrome boy
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| Shut his slab down, he gon' have to call up OnStar
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| Sippin' drank, candy paint, them Texas boys started that
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| Hate and I put one between your numbers like a quarterback
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| My paint is like, «Damn!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My rims is like, «Man!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My trunk is like, «Hold up!» |
| KnowhatImsayin'?
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| KnowhatImsayin'? |
| Texas and these boys ain’t playin'
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| My roof is like, «Damn!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My tooth is like, «Man!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| The truth we like, «Hold up!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| KnowhatImsayin'? |
| Texas and these boys ain’t playin'
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| H-Town, Texas, yeah, these boys ain’t playin'
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| Underground Kingz, we the kings of this land
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| Stand tall for the trill, still rep the set right
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| RIP Pimp C, poppin' trunk, showin' lights
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| Still on that Westheimer, five gallons of the gloss
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| In Event, bangin' ol' flows from the Swishahouse
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| Wrist lit up, your bitch on my dick, hoe, get up
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| Drinkin' drank by the pint, tryin' to sit up, don’t pull your shit up
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| When you see me, 'cause it’s Fader, I’m in my drop 5/9 watchin' cable
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| Newest one out the stable, no labels, black-owned 'til I’m gone
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| Still comin' through Acres Homes like it’s money on my phone
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| I’m a grown-ass boss, still like to floss
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| For two decades straight I’ve been pullin' out
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| Paint cost 20 grand, got 'em lookin' like, «Damn!»
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| Down in H-Town, I’m the man
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| Hold up
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| My paint is like, «Damn!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My rims is like, «Man!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My trunk is like, Hold up!" KnowhatImsayin'?
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| KnowhatImsayin'? |
| Texas and these boys ain’t playin'
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| My roof is like, «Damn!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| My tooth is like, «Man!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| The truth we like, «Hold up!» |
| Knowhatimsayin'?
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| KnowhatImsayin'? |
| Texas and these boys ain’t playin'
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| 95 degrees in the city, the top vanish
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| L-Dog covered in chrome, my Lac’s Spanish
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| Paint job still ain’t right? |
| Then keep sprayin'
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| 'Cause I’m comin' through, drippin' that candy, knowhatimsayin'?
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| Martin Luther, call him the king, 'cause this is playground
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| Slab doors, leather and 4s, this why they hatin' now!
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| Roll up, guess who 'bout to show up
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| Pull up on they ass and make 'em throw up, hold up
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| Southside holdin', no playin'
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| Come through in that pretty muthafucka like, «Man!»
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| Texas niggas stand, bitch, I’m Don Ke
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| Ain’t gon' never find another slab nigga like me
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| 713, ain’t no secret what I claim
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| Got a trunk full of speakers, niggas diamonds on his chain
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| Bitch, I go insane, crawlin' on them thangs
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| 'Cause we twistin on that gas and we drinkin' purple rain
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| Hold up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song KnoWhatImSayin , by - Bun B. Song from the album Return of the Trill, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп