- Lyrics
- Album list
- Singer Intro
Paul Wall( Paul Michael Slayton )
-
True
Paul Wall & Chamillionaire Forget what them boys is talking 'bout, I'm true, I'm true You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do You candy red, you candy blue, you popping trunk You jamming screw, don't know about you but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what these boys is talking 'bout, we wipe boys down In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown From the streets of Antoine to the Homestead hoods From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum gray, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon' let the top down, it's a beautiful day Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth 'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the south
Boys know I'm paid in full, so they clocking my dollars Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones and Slim Thug the boss It's Paul Wall, still representing Swisha house
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at you later Forget what they talking 'bout, I'm in love with my wealth I ain't gotta say I'm true 'cause true speak for itself, baby
They say I'm the greatest of all time and I say who And they say you if she's a dime tell her I'm fine And she'll say true, true, turn up the bang if you into Something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop They be like choo, choo, choo and I'm thugging too, homie The heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand Believe me every time you see me, it's gon' be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too 'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic after it melt 'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Have cyber sex with Cita until you catch a virus Why is he saying this, to piss boys off I officially claim myself, the rap king of the south
The say I'm the greatest of all time And I say who and they say you And I say naw, give that title To the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
The definition of a pimp is (Me) 'Cause I ain't doing shit for (Free) I got my own label now if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's) Now me and Will chasing the scrill We pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me Yeah, I'm platinum, I'll slap him if he smoke up all my weed I love to speed on dubs and Spre's Bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me Don't make me bust my fucking heat We popping trunks and smoking blunts that sticky, ickie (Ooh, wee) Last year I did a mill, now I'm 'bout to do (Three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa That don't mean I like the car You know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar We ghetto stars in every state like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
-
|