Oh No Lyrics - The Chick Magnet - Paul Wall

[Hook] 

Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do' 

Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's 

Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so 

My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes 

Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low 

Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon glow 

These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick 

Everytime I come round the corner 

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[Paul Wall] 

I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust 

But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust 

I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park 

It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks 

Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note 

But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coat 

See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus 

It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust 

Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping 

I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping 

Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick 

But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch 

They got my purple people eater once, the next day 

I bought a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts 

I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch 

Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch 

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[Hook] 

[Trae] 

When I flip in my slab 

I'm fin to beat they back off, like I was legs 

Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished 

I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving 

Blue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying 

They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block 

But if one of these haters, wanna jack me 

Slugs gon be flying, out the glock 

I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain 

And I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain 

Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South 

Grilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth 

They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right past em 

Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking 

But not today, cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his game 

We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me mayn 

When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed 

And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost 

[Hook] 

[Trae] 

Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming round the corner 

These haters are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna 

I know these jackers, better think before they reach out and touch 

Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch 

I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing 

I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin' 

Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it mayn 

With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain 

[Paul Wall] 

Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the legend is true 

You better stay up on your toes, when you ride 22's 

I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back 

Cause on my block, them jackers don't give a damn if I rap 

People see me being friendly, and they think that I'm soft 

But the truth is, my best friend is a sawed off 

These haters in my mix, got me losing composure 

But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw 

[Hook]