| Hold on Watts
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| We gonna let the house deal with this
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| That’s Right. |
| Swishahouse nigga
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| Ron C
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| Micheal 5000 Watts
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| We fixing to let the whole camp put somethin on you nigga’s mind huh
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| What?
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| Yo. |
| We done balled off in this 2k. |
| Swishahouse back once again, know what I’m
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| talking about? |
| Check it
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| I ride drop stretch STS, while playing chess with David Taylor
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| Pop the trunk it’s the Escalade, take a trip upstairs it’s the escalator
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| Body guard is the big bad vader candy you eat even now or later
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| Cook up my tape serve it up like a waiter
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| Newborns raise the roof in they cradle
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| I. neighbor, but I am a twin
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| Told R Kelly, get the drop benz
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| Get my house cleaned by Mary Poppins
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| When the trunk poppin, the. |
| I drop in
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| Nationwide is how I dig,. |
| and ice is what I drink
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| Wash my face with Versace.
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| 50/50 on the back of my.
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| Chillin with my dogs from the northside
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| . |
| buckles is all I ride
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| From 288 to I-45
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| M.O.E. |
| til the day I die
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| Fifth wheel say hi, wave bye bye
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| 20's throwed is your only reply
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| . |
| cause I’m bout to be high
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| All I see pimpin me
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| I’m just a G like .AT
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| What it do? |
| What’s the deal?
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| Elbows and fours on a power wheel
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| Plex with me I’m packing steel
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| Like Samuel L Jackson it’s time to kill
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| Swangers like this
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| Show em my piece
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| Drop my top, see a star and make a wish
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| . |
| don’t rap like this
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| Acres homes Texas.
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| Lil Twin. |
| 50/50 Baby
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| Al Bolden
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| Sittin crooked in the drop
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| With my head out the pop
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| I ride on 22 inch fans to cool down my block
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| I sell birds by the flock and buy baguettes by the dozen
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| I done sipped a gallon with my cousin and they ain’t buzzin
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| Northside bitch I love it. |
| And my trunk stay crack
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| And I done stack more cheese than a sour dough jack
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| Jealous niggers get back
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| Cause my nine’s in line
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| I took my. |
| to the shop
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| Yea my niggas like to dine
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| But don’t like to fight
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| I’d rather work the cherry wood like a damn termite!
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| Imma shine cut off the lights so we can blind these hoes
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| My folks called Jenny Jones on me cause I was doggin my vouges
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| So many 0s on my account that Wells Fargo said fuck you
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| And I’m stacking more chips than Mr.
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| Got a bad bitch in Loredo and she cook me alfredo
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| Imma rip up you boy’s chest like a Texas tornado
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| And I bet all them haters thinkin that thats ok though
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| But my chips ain’t made of no. |
| playdo
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| They hot Watts, so put the teflon on they head
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| I hang with real niggers like big tike. |
| and.
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| When I. down the 'stead man then boys can’t fade em
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| On Tuesday ostrich, on Wednesday alligator
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| I’m a hater hater
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| Man hold up!
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| Swishahouse
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| Uh yeah what up what up who is this?
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| This is Ron C, who is this?
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| Uh, man let me talk to big watts
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| Man who is this man?
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| Uh, this is Slim Thug
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| Man this ain’t no mother fucking Slim Thug
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| Uh, Yes it is nigga this me. |
| When I come down I be. |
| nigga this me
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| Man if this is Slim Thug, let me hear you say ha
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| Uuuuh!
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| Man get the fuckin.
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| Hold up! |
| Man don’t hang up!
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| Now guess who’s back wreckin tracks
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| Gettin. |
| platinum plaques
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| On 20's and that big lack
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| Makin that paper stack
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| It’s me, Slim T H U G
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| About to wreck in your CD deck
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| I make hoes give me respect because my mouth piece write fat checks
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| I don’t. |
| I know I’m talk of the line
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| I don’t plex cause I don’t have time
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| I’m trying to grind, tryin to shine
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| Gettin mine from 9 to 9
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| . |
| Boss Hogg, outlaws
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| Top dog, won’t pause
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| Big boy with big balls
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| . |
| fuck me, fuck ya’ll
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| You hate me? |
| Do somethin!
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| Punk bitch, quit bumpin
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| I’m riding big, trunk thumpin
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| On the block, rock pumpin
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| Me and Ron,.
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| We low pro and blow slow
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| Sippin drank, blowin endo
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| Me and watts still put it down
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| On the North of that H-town
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| . |
| dont clown
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| Keep a smile, not a frown
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| I stay paid, I got it made
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| I live laid in Gucci shades
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| . |
| when it come to braids
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| Never see me with a fade
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| ., on my arm
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| . |
| charm
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| Princess cut up in my mouth
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| I’m holdin it down, down south
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| . |
| top down
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| Pop trunk, whizz around
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| I feel like I gotta shine
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| It’s 2000, double time. |
| Huh
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| Hold up slim. |
| MAN!
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| These boys think we playin with em
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| I done told these boys
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| It’s the year 2000
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| Swishahouse
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| And we here to stay
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| That’s right
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| It’s Ron C
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| Make sure you pick up this new shit we about to drop on you boys |
| Mr Archie Lee
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| Mr Master
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| Huh?
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| Sabwarfare
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| Lil Mario
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| What?
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| Swishahouse
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| Oh yeah? |
| Really though
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| What it do?
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| Cut that
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| Warfare on the track
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| So you know when the damn thing about to get wack
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| Better borrow off my stack
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| Motherfucker get your mind right
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| This here about to put me in the lime light
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| It’s already been said that I rhyme tight
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| I probably spit a flow that your mom like
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| I’m the bomb right? |
| like a hand grenade
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| Chop boys up like a ginsu blade
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| Tidwell thugs is down to get paid
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| . |
| diamond braids
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| I got it made, like I’m special ed
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| Big body dropped with the infra red
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| 1500 with the.
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| Bout 4 or 5. with the.
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| Yes you did,. |
| house
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| Cover your eyes,. |
| gonna gloss
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| Blinged up wrist piece
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| Hand and mouth
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| Representin the North
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| See I rinse em off, every time I come
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| Lightin up the scene like Vietnam
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| Ya’ll motherfuckers better recognize the Ron
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| OK?
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| Hold up man
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| Know what I’m saying?
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| Big Tike
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| We about to put it down
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| Boss Hogg
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| I done bred my. |
| with that white chalupa dog
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| From taco bell
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| Fifth wheel fell
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| It’s the big tike and I’m all about my.
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| . |
| fuck a coochie
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| I done just pulled me a pidgen toed hoochie
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| Her name is Tracy
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| She works at Macy’s
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| Broke these boys off I got diamonds in my braces
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| Diamonds in my mouth
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| Gold on my teeth
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| I play quarterback like Ryan Leaf
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| Like that boy Randall
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| It’s the Cunningham
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| Three wheel, pop trunk, trunk slam
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| Livin on the street,.
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| Broke these boys off I got Gucci on my feet
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| Fendi on my face
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| Gucci on my waist
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| . |
| I done caught a case
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| I told them what I’m about
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| Broke them boys off with the
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| Man hold up!
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| Big Tike done broke it
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| Paul Wall gonna fix it
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| I can hire Bill Gates as my assistant
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| Might go ballistic
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| Micheal Watts the Don
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| Me and big redd.
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| Starch in my sean jean
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| Me and Al Bolden. |
| ate at Kim Son
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| Watch out here I come
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| I done came, I done went
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| I could go camping with a Versace tent
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| Pocket got Gucci lent
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| Paul Wall run amok
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| I could catch boppers if I drove an ice cream trunk
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| Me and Ron C took a trip to Japan
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| I done put swangers on the 97.9 the box van
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| Got a sista named Anne
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| I’m the Boss Hogg
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| I done got a gold grill for my pet dog
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| Grippin wood log with louise and 54
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| Me and Chamillion did a song with.
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| Where the sabwar?
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| Imma do a campaign tour with Al Gore
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| Man hold up!
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| . |
| long time man
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| We gonna wreck shop from H-Town all the way to Louisiana. |
| From Louisiana back
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| to California man
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| Know what I’m sayin
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| Ya’ll better watch out |