Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle 1, artist - Paul Wall. Date of issue: 28.09.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Freestyle 1 |
| All the hoes up in the club get in free before 10 |
| They rather pay 10 to see if the Chamillion’s goin in |
| Fa’sho then |
| Me and Lester Boy gon' buy out the bar |
| While ya eyes is on my car, I got my eyes on ya braud |
| I’m not classy, grab on ya ass when ya pass me |
| And have the nerve to say I didn’t do it when ya asked me |
| Nasty, call me what you want except broke |
| Cuz soon as you do, they gon' be like this nigga got jokes |
| Ha-Ha, have you see where the Chamillionaire stay? |
| Have you seen what the neon lights up in the trunk say? |
| Truck stay sittin' low, and the screens in the truck play |
| I get more green then a vegetarian buffet |
| I get more bank then a NBA back board |
| Stack yours while we slam black Cadillac doors |
| 2 Tellies watchin' Nelly, and 3 Tellies showin' Belly |
| Big ballin like some meat-balls in a damn deli |
| Callin' Sam on my celly |
| When she tellin' me she ready to come braid my hair-my hair like R. Kelly |
| Could tell niggaz I cut hair, they be like «So what?» |
| Bite ya chilli-bowl with my ice-grill and give ya ass a cold-cut |
| Get it? |
| and even if ya don’t then forget it |
| Just remember when my album hit the stores to go and get it |
| I’m twistin' my wrist and I’m sparklin' and glistenin' |
| Shh!, listen and you can hear the ladies just whisperin' |
| Lookin' like I was up in the North Pole and I was fishin' |
| Seen some ice water and stuck my whole fist in |
| Messin' up your vision, when the twinkies be twistin' |
| I feel pain, when I grip grain but I ain’t trippin' |
| If I’m not hittin' licks with Lil' Yo up in the bricks |
| Then I’m hoppin' up in the 6, might pop me a lil crist' |
| I cannot, give you a kiss, leave ya lips and ya tongue frozen |
| My whole mouth golden, gotta porno star posin' |
| On the back of my album cover, if I discover |
| That’ll hot girl is not a hot girl, then I’ll just shove her |
| Cuz I’ma guerilla out the gutta, I’m so sick mayne |
| I pull up on chrome and I watch a nigga lip hang |
| If Miss Thang, actin' like she really Miss Thang |
| Won’t see me spit game, unless she gotta thick frame |
| Look mayne, ain’t nothin' the Chamillionaire can’t get |
| I’m ballin' like Bill Gates gave me a blank check |
| My paint wet, might leave a happy-hater upset |
| Ice on my neck drippin' down my back and got my butt wet |
| What you thought, the Chamillionaire wasn’t throwed or somethin? |
| I be rollin' on buttons, and got em' sayin' «He shol' be stuntin'» |
| Nigga get ya mind correct, the house is the ish |
| Everybody flash ya wrist and let ya diamond glist |