| sip sippin tha barre
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| grippin tha grain
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| i got 17 karrots in my piece and chains
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| Ya’ll open a map and take a trip down south
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| come on over to huston, texas welcome to the swisha house
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| its the? |
| of the trill
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| coming straight out the block
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| I got my mind on my hustle
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| im tyrna make it to the top
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| so i put in work and stack at night
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| determination is all i got
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| on the grind i sceme and plot
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| whatever it takes to raise my stock
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| im breaking bread out here try to survive
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| on my new water with these sharks prayin i stay alive
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| im putting up numbers like oneil on that 610 south
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| aint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the south
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| this here that people’s champ talk
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| this the expressions of a g and ima be chasin after them g’s until i R.I.P.
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| its paul wall baby
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| what it do be bangin screws since '92
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| pat pat, lil kee kee, funky hawk and the rest of the crew
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| so whos next on that plex
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| im flippin slab and weavin hood
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| wit screens hanging down from the roof im ballin like a real playa should im they got you thinking huston, texas the home of david carr
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| but really its candy paint playas sippin on barre
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| take a ride wit a star straight outta that low star state
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| lil michael watched the train and told me i gotta hold my weight
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| motovation is the key when you moving them keys
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| entropenuaters out the game outta
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| the 713
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| see one of the keys to my success
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| i switched up like rick maddox
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| while maintaining my composings to become one of the baddest
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| i stick to the g code in my el g’est clothes
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| while im tippin on 4 4 's with these scuicide doors
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| i buy dro and pro pow for my dogs that died in the past
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| prayin to god i stay flow just to make this hustle last
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| its prime time im obeying the laws
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| while my life is on trial
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| im tyrn knockout pieces chain and throw some ice on my smile
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| its all working ok while im out here punching in clock
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| its hustlemania out here grinding on the block im tryna ball baby
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| you see the dirty coast trenches where the killers dont think
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| where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink
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| these lil cowards tryna sas and make the character of a g but im squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me its g’s up and marks down when im making my round
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| while im up in nyc with dipset we shutting it down
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| shouts out to keenan martin holding it down in the low coast
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| while im on the block grinin tryna hold my post
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| im glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste
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| im iced out like frozen food
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| sippin on the ski taste
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| im moving time on my grind
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| it aint no time for playing games
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| thats why i hustle 25/8 acumulating
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| this change
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| i got them diamonds up against that wood grippin grain and sippin good
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| bustin time thats my hood gettin money is understood
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| im on the hustle baby all night and all day
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| 100 d up in my safe
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| safe to say that boy is paid |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sippin' Tha Barre, artist - Paul Wall. Album song The People's Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп