| Song | Sumn' Like a Pimp |
| Artist | Paul Wall |
| Album | Fast Life |
| 作曲 : Metoyer, Slayton, Watson ... | |
| I got (?) on my ride in the black | |
| I Bet you if i turn you baby | |
| I can make em bop | |
| Got me saying | |
| Who the **** you be ***** you know me | |
| Who the **** who-who the **** you be ***** you know me | |
| I'm sum'n like a pimp(x2)(Paul Wall:)(Making em bop) | |
| I'm sitting down in pimp mode | |
| My trunk bump like a lymph node | |
| Them boppas gaze and haters haze | |
| I'm playa made with hemp roll | |
| I pull up and make them wimps fold | |
| My wide body big blimp hoes | |
| That fifth drop down look to the floor | |
| The trunk glow | |
| I'm so **** | |
| I'm candy red like | |
| ElmoMe a simp | |
| Oh hell no | |
| Just ask your girlfriend she'll know | |
| I got her stuck like | |
| VelcroI put em under my spell bro | |
| My mackin' game is real cold | |
| I'm crawling round the parking lot | |
| In a 'lac dialup | |
| Dell slowCatch a glimpse of this thug prince | |
| With purple rain up in my cup | |
| When it get tense | |
| I never flinch | |
| That hunter pinch is by my gut | |
| What the **** oh thats a nine | |
| That broad with me oh thats a dime | |
| That cadillac thats double parked | |
| Dripping stains oh yeah thats mine | |
| Boys know that | |
| I'm bout that bread | |
| Boppas know they got to give head | |
| Haters know bout the infrared | |
| That leave em dead and full of that lead | |
| I'm one hundred and full of bread | |
| I'm Paul Wall | |
| I'll hold it down | |
| You know me | |
| I'm getting mine | |
| That paper and them dimes |
| zuò qǔ : Metoyer, Slayton, Watson ... | |
| I got ? on my ride in the black | |
| I Bet you if i turn you baby | |
| I can make em bop | |
| Got me saying | |
| Who the you be you know me | |
| Who the whowho the you be you know me | |
| I' m sum' n like a pimp x2 Paul Wall: Making em bop | |
| I' m sitting down in pimp mode | |
| My trunk bump like a lymph node | |
| Them boppas gaze and haters haze | |
| I' m playa made with hemp roll | |
| I pull up and make them wimps fold | |
| My wide body big blimp hoes | |
| That fifth drop down look to the floor | |
| The trunk glow | |
| I' m so | |
| I' m candy red like | |
| ElmoMe a simp | |
| Oh hell no | |
| Just ask your girlfriend she' ll know | |
| I got her stuck like | |
| VelcroI put em under my spell bro | |
| My mackin' game is real cold | |
| I' m crawling round the parking lot | |
| In a ' lac dialup | |
| Dell slowCatch a glimpse of this thug prince | |
| With purple rain up in my cup | |
| When it get tense | |
| I never flinch | |
| That hunter pinch is by my gut | |
| What the oh thats a nine | |
| That broad with me oh thats a dime | |
| That cadillac thats double parked | |
| Dripping stains oh yeah thats mine | |
| Boys know that | |
| I' m bout that bread | |
| Boppas know they got to give head | |
| Haters know bout the infrared | |
| That leave em dead and full of that lead | |
| I' m one hundred and full of bread | |
| I' m Paul Wall | |
| I' ll hold it down | |
| You know me | |
| I' m getting mine | |
| That paper and them dimes |