in regions at a all -time high
With my diamond wrist,
a pair of zetas, all -time fly
I'm not concerned with competition,
my mission is full commission
I spit it with suspicions so
the audience
Sippin' on purple soda
secured by super sodas
I'm flouncin' off in the rover
till summertime is over
I shine like supernova but I
ain't gon' fade
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
crawlin' like a parade
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
crawlin' like a parade
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
crawlin' like a parade
Commutin' in Cadillac s
with my papers stacked
up in stacks
I'm strapped with Trojan horses
while breaking these bombers' backs
No time for scooby snacks,
I want the full course meal
I got the force like Skywalker,
T -Ferris, and Steven Spielberg
Got money splurging,
stepping on rugs of Persians
Some haters up in the mix,
but we markbuster purging
Burning the Joe cigars,
indulging in pints of bar
Thinking back amazing
how the team became this far
These boys got cool grips,
little chains and shit
But you can't fuck with me,
I just so get off my dick for real
Your bro fine, she a dime, that's true
But I smashed her last week,
she ain't just your girl, come on
You think you're on,
you got your gun in your car
But them bullies is so smart,
they won't even leave the store
Hold up, yeah,
you shining with your team for the squad
Go home and get your shit together
then come back to the club
The shoes are made of Gucci
The glasses are made of
Prada Showstopper
cause I'm one bad boy like Big Papa
The shoes are made of Gucci
The glasses are made of
Prada Showstopper
cause I'm one bad boy like Big Papa
The shoes are made of Gucci
The glasses are made of
Prada Showstopper
cause bad boy like Big Papa
I break em off some proper,
these boppers ain't getting outta,
not a dollar for these hoes in the window shoppers
I plug in like a raw socket,
you want some kush,
I'll get you high in the Nasser rocket
Now big game, I know the,
know the beaters, beaters, I'm in,
I'm in church, church
Diamonds, diamonds on my neck,
white and yellow like a bowtie
I'm on the block,
living raw like a rap demo
The big fish just started off as a minnow
My music is slow tempo,
Swisher houses my tempo
Late night like Jay Leno,
post it up like a office memo
Team starter, better grab your recorder
These dime pieces I slaughter,
I like em just like Takara
Grinding until tomorrow
when the sun come up
And fall asleep from drinking
the mud out phone cups
These boys got cool grips,
little chains and shit
But you can't fuck with me, potty,
so get off my dick for real
Your bro fine, she a dime, that's true
But I smashed her last week,
she ain't just your girl, come on
You think you're hard,
you got your gun and your car
But them bullets is so small,
they won't even leave the stack
Hold up, yeah, you're shinin' with
your team for the scrubs
Don't only get your shit together,
they come back to the club
I'm deadly with conversation
no one else can compare
I'm debonair extraordinaire
talkin' about they underwear
It's somethin' off on my
neck to make the horn
Look a stare but it slings
off in your circuit
You surrounded by squares
They hollow like Kevin Bacon
I'm grindin' and money makin'
Reachers got their hands out,
but they ain't gettin' made
Reachers got their hands out,
but they ain't gettin' made
Reachers got their hands out,
but they ain't gettin' made
What is these boys thinkin',
where the hatin' never stop?
Regardless, every year I'm
pullin' somethin' off the lot
The jealousy need to cease,
instead of tend to increase
Jolly Jolly, ranch and paint,
look wetter than head grease
The bopper's all on my feet,
tryna rape me out for peace
Suck out players,
handcuffin' like the police
I'm boutin' to say the least,
I'm high as the Big Dipper
Take sip, hold, fold, tipper,
and some Gucci slipper
Mike Ripper,
fight the mystery like Jack the Ripper
Break em' off with my picka,
and leave em' stuck like a sticker
These boys ain't cool rippers,
they're chains and shit
But you can't fuck with me potty,
so get off my dick for real
Your brother fine, she a dime, that's true
But I smashed her last week,
she ain't just shootin'
Come on, you think you hard,
you got your gun in your car
But them bullets are so small,
they won't even be the same
Hold up, yeah, you're shinin'
with your team for the squads
Don't wanna get your shit together,
then come back to the club
We can't be fucked with baby,
take your ass back to the drawing board
and regroup for next season bitch,
switch the house.
Paul Wall 
