What, Swishahouse, Sucka Free

Kiss our ass if you bootlegging

Hold up Watts, bring that back

Chamillionaire, let me and Paul Wall

Get some of that..



[Chamillionaire]

Look, I'm not the type to brag about the size of my dick

Cause I would rather brag about, the size of my chips

My dimes and my nick's, and how I ride with your sis

With a diamond in my ear, about the size of your fist

Keep your eyes on my wrist, while I shine and I gliss

Don't sip-sip syrup, I'm buying the Crys'

I think some of y'all niggaz, just trying to piss

Me off, cause your girlfriend dying to kiss this

Baller on the lips, I'm calling it quit's

Ain't rapping no mo' after this, you wish

Get your mind correct, Chamillionaire wreck

The stereo don't even wanna, let the tape out your deck

Throw up your set, and take notes for my lesson

Everywhere I go, I hear dumb ass questions

Do you know Slim Thug, is he really a thug

Is Ron C a DJ, or does that nigga sell drugs

Get out my face, before I slap out the taste

I'm not really in the mood, for catching a case

Haters get erased, you can ask he's a Leo

Your woman wanna be my queen, wanna be my Cleo

Patra I slap a, rapper with a stack of

Big faces gold platinum, and make em put my plack up

Don't bring good luck, I bring niggaz damage

Could make niggaz panic, when I chop it up in Spanish

No no, problemo it's all to the bueno

Knock knock Michael Watts, go on pass me a demo

Keep-keep it real, and the keep the Chamillion on your mind

Spit fire every line, now you can press rewind



[talking]

Bring it back one mo' time

It's Paul Wall..