Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Po Up Poet, artist - Paul Wall. Date of issue: 01.12.2014
Song language: English
Po Up Poet |
| Please point me to the money |
| They call me the Po Up Poet |
| Please point me to the money |
| If it ain’t muddy don’t po' it |
| The call me the Po Up Poet |
| Just made a ticket time to blow it |
| I’m getting blowed off that Fillmore |
| Straight out the Bay I got that real smoke |
| I got a connect that’s somebody you don’t know |
| Big Moe got me moving real slow |
| I got the Snoop Dogg rolled up |
| They better bury me with a cold cup |
| I got the Screw Juice on deck |
| If it ain’t purple partner hold up |
| Please point me to the money |
| They call me the Po Up Poet |
| Please point me to the money |
| They call me Mr. Muddy |
| Don’t call me with no fuck shit |
| Unless you’re trying to come and fuck me |
| But fuck that hatin' |
| Where the weed at |
| My work uniform is all black |
| I’m getting money so my haters back |
| I got that Texas T on tap |
| They tappin' phones better talking cold |
| Cold red homie slow yo' row |
| So I’m rollin' now zonin' bro |
| Slowly leanin' trying to cure my cold |
| Please point me to the money |
| They call me the Po Up Poet |
| Please point me to the money |