(feat.Trey Songz)
Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo`nin
This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo` us
The foundation, knahmtalkinbout?
[Trey Songz]
Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do`s (already)
Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already)
Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already)
VA to H-Town yeah you already know
Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already)
Look at them boy`s teeth, that`s cra-zy (already)
The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already)
Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know
[Paul Wall]
I`m comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand
It`s the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that`s my land
Who`s the man that`s in demand, it`s Paul Wall baby yeah that`s me
I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee
And I`m hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straight
No time to eat or sleep, I`m stackin licks that just won`t wait
I`m campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lens
So I`m stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens
Do`s open and do`s close, never sweat hoes, players get chose
Hustle and flow, cars close, that`s the player life that I know
Roll the dank up, where`s the `dro, po` the drank up, where`s the fo`
Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
I`m ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch`n paint
Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bank
I don`t know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin
I`m tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin
Gettin money that`s all I know, on my toes never off my note
Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro
I grind it`s off to work I go, I hustle hard it`s non-stop
And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop
I`m strivin to make it to the top, it`s all or nuttin no turnin back
I`m with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacks
I`m makin money it`s where it`s at, whatever it takes, crackerjack
In love with my money and that`s a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin
Trunk is popped up, screens fallin from the sky
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I`m ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game..
Be a hustler`s in my bloodline, I don`t complain or whine
I just get on my grind, puttin in work overtime
I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind
Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind
I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches
It`s a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches
Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a loss
And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost
I peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chess
I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that`s my quest
I`m on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it fresh
I`m one hundred and nuttin less and I`m still ridin dirty pimpin
[Chorus]
On behalf of the People`s Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl
Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we`d like to thank ya for ya purchase
Keep holdin the South down, because, we are
