comin'. Big poke throwin' that ball, And it's comin, I'm a gonna catch it. I'm a gonna wretch it. Fuck it tonight [Chorus: x4] I'm clean like a son of
pinky ring shinin' that's fo' sho' Bitch, I'm clean, that's all I know And I'm ridin' in the drop real slow Bitch, I'm clean, that's all I know When I
comin'. Big poke throwin' that ball, And it's comin, I'm a gonna catch it. I'm a gonna wretch it. Fuck it tonight [Chorus: x4] I'm clean like a son
Traduzione: Muro, Paul. Sono pulito.
'. Big poke throwin' that ball, And it's comin, I'm a gonna catch it. I'm a gonna wretch it. Fuck it tonight [Chorus: x4] I'm clean like a son of a bitch
I'm a hustler I ain't coming home [Paul Wall:] I got big money big cars, big chains and big glocks Playboy bunnies in cuts or bar, I'm holding grain
I'm one guy That won't speak when I'm holdin' heat cause I'm gun shy You're damn right that I'm a studio gangster Bring the Mac-11 to your mix down and
many shoes, I give Michael Jordan the blues So many furs, some his and some her's I do what I does, cause I does what I do I pop tags like trunks, on
its all good though Paul Wall Brooke what up baby [Brooke:] What's it to you Paul Wall Look who's talkin' [Paul Wall:] Ok I hear the commentators on
playin' But its all good though Paul Wall Brooke what up baby [Brooke:] What it do Paul Wall Look who's talkin' [Paul Wall:] OK I hear the commentators
Seein Double Drinkin On Tha Potion I'm A Movin' I'm Hustlin Flowin Gettin Paid Stackin Token For This Boy Yall Niggas Aint Ready Gimme Tha Crown I
hell naw I explained myself now, must go stack mail girl what [Hook] [Paul Wall] I remember the first time, that I saw your face I got shivers when I
clean look like I washed it with tide ehhhh Sir Daily drinkin congiac Janet Jackson mad cause I never called her back I'm babilous Paul Wall and I'm
Yall would swear I'm gettin' interviewed by MTV Yeah I'm ill at rappin', but I still not cappin' He ain't took the damn drug, and I still ain' trappin' I
(feat. Paul Wall And Chamillion) [Chorus x2] I said give me a new pair, I need a glass pair you know I'm swingin drop top in the sun them boys hatin
Paul Wall, that's my name On the mic I'm bringin pain and in the mix I'm grindin mane [Chorus: Paul Wall] And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live
rolls Cadillac spinnin' on some 22 vogues Classic white walls Bumpin' Paul Wall Sittin' Sidewayz Watch me shotcall Dayton shinin' With a gangsta twirl (Gangsta) Mobbin' through the hood, I
the weed up When I'm in L.A., I go in Crenshaw and floss a little Slot a lot thang and them Black Wall Street Double-U and P and C-P-T, we keepin' it
