[Intro x2: Paul Wall]

Uh..Paul Wall paper..because I got paper

And not ya nose look, get ya mind correct, uh



[Chamillionaire]

I'm the don, I didn't have no date to the prom

But I showed up with more then one princess on my arm

When it comes down to the rims, that I pick to roll

It's like a playbook play, I just pick and roll

I make mother nature wet, when I grabbed her ass

Now screens fall like rain on my wood-grain dash

They should make me the official 20 inch spokesman

Cuz what them lil' kids say when they see the spokes "MAN!"

Koopa's a punk? That ain't no thought to think

Make you use your tongue in no water to wash the sink

You'se a dun-carrier, stone-barrier, yung barrier

Funny like Eddie Murphy or Jim Carrey, uh

If I wasn't the best and it was you they picked first

That's like runnin' past Juvenile to go and get Turk

Hold up..you need to get your priority's straight

The only ice you got is icing on a party cake

And since I don't trust you and you don't trust me

Call Bubba Sparxx, it's bout to get Ugly

When I come through on elbows pokin' out of my Rolls

Do the math, who's gon' be left with all the ugly hoes

You!, cuz all the fine women is comin' with me

I'm not a minute man cuz ya women is comin' in 3

Does it matter if ya owe me? it doesn't to me

Cuz if you don't pay then you can get some trouble for free

I'm not the Fresh Prince, Carlton, or Phillip Banks

But I make enough cash deposits to fill-up banks

Oooh!, did I just say that? I impress myself

I'm the god of rap, so I'm bout to bless myself