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[Paul Wall - Intro] (Repeat 2x) Uh..Paul Wall paper..because I got paper And not ya nose look, get ya mind correct, uh [Chamillionaire] I'm the don, I didn't have no date to the prom But I showed up with more then one princess on my arm When it comes down to the rims, that I pick to roll It's like a playbook play, I just pick and roll I make mother nature wet, when I grabbed her ass Now screens fall like rain on my wood-grain dash They should make me the official 20 inch spokesman Cuz what them lil' kids say when they see the spokes "MAN!" Koopa's a punk? That ain't no thought to think Make you use your tongue in no water to wash the sink You'se a dun-carrier, stone-barrier, yung barrier Funny like Eddie Murphy or Jim Carrey, uh If I wasn't the best and it was you they picked first That's like runnin' past Juvenile to go and get Turk Hold up..you need to get your priority's straight The only ice you got is icing on a party cake And since I don't trust you and you don't trust me Call Bubba Sparxx, it's bout to get Ugly When I come through on elbows pokin' out of my Rolls Do the math, who's gon' be left with all the ugly hoes You!, cuz all the fine women is comin' with me SongtexteI'm not a minute man cuz ya women is comin' in 3 Does it matter if ya owe me? it doesn't to me Cuz if you don't pay then you can get some trouble for free I'm not the Fresh Prince, Carlton, or Phillip Banks But I make enough cash deposits to fill-up banks Oooh!, did I just say that? I impress myself I'm the god of rap, so I'm bout to bless myself Aus Songtexte Mania