[Paul Wall: Talking]

Paul Wall, the Chick Magnet's in stores baby

It's the People's Champ, The Future's comin' soon

Pimp Squad Clique, Grand Hustle where ya at

It's Paul Wall



I'm 23 and I'm on top of my game

I'm in a CaddiLincoln on swang with a fist-full of grain

5900 South Lee, boys hustlin' stain

Weed, water, ex, crack, oil and cocaine

Wrist-wear, ear-muffs and a iced out chain

Ain't nothin' changed, I'm just gettin' this change

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

I'm iced out, mouth and neck

Princess cuts in baguettes

The figures in my check

puttin' competition in check

These boys try to race me

but they too far behind

While they worried about playin' catch-up

I'm at the finish-line on my grind

I chose to be a playa

you chose to be hater

That's the reason you stuck at home

And I'm on the road gettin' paper

Stackin' cash and gettin' dough

T-Farris be bookin' shows

Money, hoes, and fancy cars

that's the playa life that I know

From MLK to McCalver Rd

I'm takin' every dollar that's sold

It's the People's Champ