True Akkorde von
Paul Wall
Paul Wall

N/A1 Aufrufe
Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
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Here lizard-
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lizard- liazrd, uh
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It's the almighty King
Koopa, Chamillionaire
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The color changing lizard,
the Mixtape Messiah
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Please stand for the ghetto national anthem,
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let's go
Verse 2
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Forget what them boys is talking bout,
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I'm true- I'm true
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You riding swangs you gripping grain,
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I do- I do
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You candy red you candy blue,
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you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you,
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but I'm true- I'm true
Interlude 1
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Verse 3
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Forget what these boys is talking bout,
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we wipe boys down
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In South Park on MLK, on Sunday
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we clown
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From the streets of Antoine,
to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's
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all good
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I'm riding on platinum grey,
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with Z- Ro and Trae
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Gon let the top down,
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it's a beautiful day
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Haters jealous on the sidelines,
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running they mouth
Cause I roll with T.I.P.,
the king of the South
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Boys know I'm Paid In Full,
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so they clocking my dollas
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Me, Poppy,
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Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
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I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones,
and Slim Thug the Boss
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It's Paul Wall,
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still representing Swishahouse
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I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I
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don't bar no hater
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I'm on the grind for paper,
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I'll holla at ya later
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Forget what they talking bout,
I'm in love with my wealth
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I ain't gotta say I'm true,
Interlude 2
cause true speak for itself baby
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Verse 4
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They say I'm the greatest of all time,
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and I say who and they say you
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If she's a dime tell her I'm fine,
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and she'll say true- true
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Turn up the bang if you into,
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something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop,
they be like choo- choo- choo
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And I'm thugging too homie,
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the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
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Believe me everytime you see me,
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it's gon be in her pants
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If I do a crime and you snitch,
homie the heater will snitch too
Cause if the police come around,
it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic,
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after it melt
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Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me,
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after myself
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I hope you internet thugs,
that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita,
until you catch a virus
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Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
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I officially claim myself,
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the rap King of the South
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The say I'm the greatest of all time,
and I say who and they say you
Am
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And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw,
C
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rest in peace
Interlude 3
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Verse 5
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The definition of a pimp is (me), cause
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I ain't doing shit for (free)
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I got my own label now,
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if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
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Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we
pulling up on chrome wheels
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Nigga, your royalty check
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looking like my phone bill
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Quick to capping picture snapping,
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paparazzi follow me
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Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him,
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if he smoke up all my weed
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I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches
leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me,
don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts,
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that sticky- ickie (ooh- wee)
Last year I did a mill,
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now I'm bout to do (three)
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I bring the heat on every track,
it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box,
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don't mean I like the spa
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That don't mean I like the car,
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you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber,
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that don't mean I like the tar
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We ghetto stars in every state,
like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard,
Outro 1
it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
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