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[Chorus 2X] |
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Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze |
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Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze |
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Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze |
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On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze |
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[Paul Wall talking] |
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Swisha House, Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby |
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[Paul Wall] |
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It's the people's champ, I'm something like a baller |
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The candy paint dripping off of the old school Impala |
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I'm with that Big Bank Hank, that Poppi Joe and Box |
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Trunk bump like chicken pox, turn the bass up just a notch |
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You see them blades choppin', you see that trunk poppin' |
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Ho's that diss me in the club, the same ho's in the parking lot boppin' |
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They see me in the Jag, acting bad with T Ferris |
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Open mouth and showcase ice, and you gon' see about 20 karats |
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I'm what they do, you on 5-9 double O |
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In the Tahoe on 24's, I'm the truth, I got that glow |
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I'm out that Swisha House with Archie Lee and Couda Bang |
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Sittin' sideways on swang, the candy paint dripping off the frame |
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You see me acting bad, I'm showing out and pulling stunts |
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Say cheese and show my fronts, it's more carrots/karats than Bugs Bunny's lunch |
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It's Paul Wall baby, I got it made |
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I got a cup full of that oil, and I'm paid plus I'm sittin' sideways |
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[Chorus] |
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[Paul Wall] |
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What it do |
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I'm on the block posted up like a mailbox |
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Slanging licks on the grind, putting money in my socks |
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A legend in the hood for gold grills and poppin' seals |
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A icon on the mic for showcasing my verbal skills |
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I'm in the club posted up with some gang bangers |
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Still flipping the old school candy Cadillac on swangers |
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I got a Styrofoam white cup full of that drank |
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Looking for that dank, my hustle game sharp as a shank |
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Big bank take little bank, 84's and candy paint |
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Trying to find some "Honey Love" my macking game is top rank |
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These ho's peeping me, ill hustling on the side |
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Eavesdropping my conversation, trying to figure which car I drive |
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I'm on the scene strapped up like I was bungee jumping |
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Hit the corner you hear me bumping |
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Look at that cold grill and woman |
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The trunks popped up, my music screwed and chopped |
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I'm the undisputed king of the parking lot, I'm sittin' sideways |
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[Chorus] |
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[Big Pokey] |
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Maybe O.J's, ho's be going crazy when they see me |
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Sittin' sideways on them 24's |
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Watch ya ho, watch ya money, watch ya clothes |
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Single women's out the mold, glidin' like a ice skater |
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Motor like a snot nose |
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Suicide drop doors, mono blocks, chop mold |
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Customized deck, cause the mono block stock lows |
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Sensei, Don Key, Paul Wall in the place |
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Heads up when you see us, we gon' put it in ya face |
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Raised on Scott and Yellow, when I blaze... |
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Boys smell lemon haze, I ain't the nigga to settle |
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I'm that dude with the metal, that get hot as a kettle |
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From messing 'round with some cat that ain't got it together |
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Flossing, breaking of the intersection, crossing |
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Three-wheelin' acting a iz-ass on them Bosses |
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S.U.C. in the door, M.O.B. on the place |
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Pull up in the driveway leanin' and I'm sittin' (I'm sittin') |
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[Chorus] |
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Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze |
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Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze |
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Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze |
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On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze |
