[Verse 1: Paul Wall]

What it do, It’s Paul Wallaby in a Denali

I ride on deep dishes, I’m an expert in pottery

When I close my mouth, it’s a blackout

More throwed than an old man that throw his back out

Time to take the trash out, so you comin’ with me

Conceited, cocky and confident, I’m one of the three

Damn, Paul Wall, you acting like a son of a b

I be running my mouth like my tongue got a knee

When I’m on the Southlea, I got a partner named Black

Don’t play defence, but in my pants, I got a sack

I’m a spoiled brat, so throwed that I’m throwing a fit

I ain’t gotta fight, ‘cause Lew Hawk done swollen your lip

I done – swung through Sterling, scooped up Emmanuel

Holla at my sister Anne teachin' out in Channelview

Damn, Gooyu done dipnapped my dip

Serena Williams done packed up her ish and jumped ship

Catch me at a frat party up in UT Austin

Excuse me, Lisa Ray, do you come here often?

I’m not in the marines, but I wear tech marine

Shout out to that boy Lil Hennessy and Kaleen

Junior put me down with a Color Changin’ tattoo

God bless me, even when I don’t at’choo

I’m baboulus

[Verse 2: Lew Hawk]

Hang up your saddle baby, it’s time to ride

Lew Hawk’s a go getter, heavy on the grind

I’m spittin’ more game than a psychic hotline

Trunk hit so hard, I disconnected the headlights

The rocks in my grill cooler than a Coors Light

It’s the Lew Hawk, duffle bags with top flight

Them boys in Westend moving bricks through the heights

Never can let my game slack up

If boxing don’t work, chopper got my back up

Color Changin’ soldiers always stay strapped and ready

Living life fast like Mario Andretti

All about my fetty, definitely ‘bout my paper

Put a down payment on a Platinum Navigator

Cash in my safe, feeling [?]

Ridin' the stretch Lincoln with Paul Wallpaper

Shakin' bike laws with my Perry Ellis 6

Like a ceiling factory, I ain’t movin’ nothin' but bricks

Representing that dirty 3rd, and that hustler’s academy

Running through more green than Andre Agassi

The clarity, my ice, my diamonds, gigantic

You couldn’t have more ice if you froze the Atlantic

Panic when you see the barrel of my damn popper

Might skydive in a Mercedes helicopter

Moving heavy weight down the Texas panhandle

Every pot hole, that’s ‘cause I’m too hot to handle

Whoa

[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]

It’s the wizard man

Once upon a time on my rollie

I’m in line at Foley's

My wrist shining like it’s holy, a designer told me

It must be a fairy tale the way my ice is so bright

Without the seven dwarves, my ice whiter than snow white

No – I can’t fly, but I’m flyer than Peter Pan

As soon as she see the hand, she cheaty-chea-cheat again

Peter Piper can pick a pepper, but I’ll pick your heffer

Up in a pick up truck with big [?] to get ya

Then you tell us you’re not you when you’re jealous

I pick your Cinderellas up on thin propellors

I’ma make her take a fall, then her glass slip up ‘cause that

Nigga Chamill’ will unzip that zipper

Oh man, my dope can make a hoe hand

Favor Frosty the snowman

Oh man, never met a girl that for sure can

Make me cum from a whole gram

While you tricking and licking kitten, I’m flipping and getting rich

And then pulling more wet cat than a fisherman fish

Not catfish, not Little Red Riding Hood

Not rotten in the suburbs, I ride in hoods

Neon lights glowin up under the rising hood

So you probably won’t rob me like Robin Hood

No fairy tale man, Koopa’s in the Lexus, man

More green than a Grinch eating green eggs and ham

Even three blind mice can see that I got cheese

Like gangstas, god and grumpy, I got G’s

I get wet under the rainer

Like a African on a swing, I’m a foreign swanger

The End

[Outro: Chamillionaire]

And the moral of the story is

Get your mind correct, coming soon