(featuring Three 6 Mafia)
Sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia
It`s goin down
[Chorus x4]
Eighty-fo`s (eighty-fo`s) candy paint (candy paint)
Switchin` lanes (switchin` lanes) sippin` drank (sippin` drank)
[Paul Wall]
It`s Paul Wall baby yeah that`s me, these hoes wanna know what I`m `bout
Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth
Do`s open, do`s close, where`s the camera I`ll strike a pose
I`m still ridin` on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo`s
The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip
That purple drank is what I sip, in my cellphone keep a chip
I`m talkin bidness I put it down, I`m choppin` blades and I`m
poppin` shrooms
I`m from the land of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump
Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin` I`m on the prowl
I`m on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it`s goin` down
Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what`s the deal?
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade
We po` that purple drank straight up like it`s that Kool-Aid
We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid
While you cry but ask how they givin` up the fade
Ye ain`t got screens if they ain`t touch screen
with the removable screen, lookin` mean on the scene
When hoes see me they sayin` everybody ain`t able
Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table
[Juicy J]
Juicy J, I`m the mayne, got the G`s, fuck the fame
See a lil` freak, run some game, and she goin` I`ma take some brain
I`m on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts
I`m on the scene, drankin` lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I`m from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon` drink a lot and
players smoke Newport
Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up
Nothin` but self made millionaires so you can shut the fuuuck
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
I got a deep freezer up on my neck and snocones up in my ear
A ice tray up in my mouth, I`m lookin` somethin` like a chandelier
You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe
Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil` Heat
Where`s the drank I`m runnin` low, Cabbage Head told me it`s a drought
But not to worry dough never doubt, I`ll go to the doctor with a cough
It`s Paul Wall baby that`s my name, fly like a plane what it do
I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch
Just like a midget I`m sittin` low, and like a snail I`m crawlin` slow
Where`s Mike, where`s Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low
Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud
I`m chopped up by Michael Watts, it`s Paul Wall baby that`s what`s up
[Chorus]
I`m a playa, ain`t no doubt, hoes wanna know what I`m `bout
I`m a playa, I`m a playa, I`m a playa, I`m a playa
