| Yuh, boys plexin
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| When somebody, holdin plex
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| We gon' let 'em know what it do though
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| Knahmtalkinbout? |
| Yuh
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| I’m stompin down on my Reebok white, rearview mirror jackers in sight
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| Not to worry I fear no bite, I’m wired up and I’m ready to fight
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| Got plex I got the pump, got plex I got the pump
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| Got plex I got the pump, what it do, that’s what’s up
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| Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wet
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| But not to fear I’m totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American Express
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| I never leave home without the heater, I’m strapped up like a straightjacket
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| I’m certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics
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| Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccup
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| Bend the corner bitch move around, I’ll know ya head right by ya edge-up
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| Send you straight to Ben Taub, emergency room, ICU
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| And have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tube
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| Why these suckers eyein me, you don’t wanna be tryin me
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| Keep on lookin at me strange, I’mma have you seein siamese
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| Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play
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| Keep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you lay
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| — first half two times, then second half two times
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| I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-ly
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| Sayin you gon' hold me, you gon' have to show me
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| Draped in all black so I can stay low key
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| So when they ask who done it won’t nobody know me
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| The whole fuckin H-Town, that’s my hood
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| I’mma put in they face so they can get it understood
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| Mister master Archie Lee but you can call me Hollyhood
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| I could cap on down, but I’mma keep it hood
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| Check it out — fuckin rappin 'bout it, be about it
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| Got plex with the Mister, bitch come see me about it (yeah)
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| Real gangsters don’t talk about what they gon' do ya
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| They just cock the hammer back and let them slugs fly through ya
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| — first half two times, then second half two times
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| If it’s plex that ya holdin the gat attached I expose it
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| And explode the flesh off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shoulders
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| Homey who’s takin over with soldiers, they can’t control us
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| They ain’t understandin my motives, hold up pop the trunk and show us
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| Artillery digger make you say shiver me timbers
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| I’m off of the chain especially off Hennessy liquor
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| It’s Coot-banger, number one suspect for danger
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| You niggas can be the coldest but the tec’ll make you flame up
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| I’m out there SwishaHouse with Archie and Paul
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| Got plex, then it’s a mess you’ll be too wet for a towel
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| You’ll be the color I’m reppin, that’s what’s poppin
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| If you think you heard the weapon, that’s Coot B cockin
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| — first half two times, then second half two times |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Got Plex , by - Paul Wall. Song from the album The People's Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп