Slab Flippin Lyrics - The Peoples Champ - Paul Wall

[T.I.] 

Aight nigga, you already know what it is man 

A-Town, H-Town connection nigga 

T.I.P. man, you understand that? 

My homeboy Paul Wall, extended Pimp Squad Clique 

Keep it pimpin mayne! 

[Chorus: T.I.] 

So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold 

Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O 

Certified G, a young nigga so cold 

It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so tho'ed 

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[T.I.] 

Pimp smoke grey Cadillac, 24, imagine that 

Camera in my license plate to see you when I'm backin back 

T.I.P. be smokin on that good shit imagine that 

I'm blowin on a hoe that's strong enough to kill the Cadillac 

By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack 

Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that 

And you can keep the beef, pussy nigga I don't battle rap 

So that bullshit you kickin through yo' teeth a gangsta laughin at 

That shit you hear on "Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chill 

before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed 

By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel 

Give a damn if my record never sells, I'm the shit still 

[Chorus - 2X] 

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[Paul Wall] 

I got the diamond ice in the grill, invisible top, glass bottom 

I'm swervin lanes on the interstate, evadin laws and playin possum 

I spin the wheel I roll the dice, I look at life in a different light 

36 of that white make you a celebrity overnight 

I shoot a kite to my potnah Project, locked up doin 45 

And let him know I'm still holdin, them Grit Boys is on the rise 

A hundred percent no compromise, my momma raised to be a man 

I'm not concerned with the next man, gettin money, that's my plan 

I'm on the road with that boy Unique, I'm po'n drank he roll the Sweets 

T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T 

It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. 

We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete 

[Chorus - 2X] 

[Paul Wall] 

I'm on the hustle 25/8, ATL to the lone star state 

On the move I'm bleedin blocks, tryin to get this paper straight 

No time to wait no room for error, the gameplan is crystal clear 

I'm tryin to bolt up 83's and throw some ice cubes in the air 

I'm reminiscin, on my potnah Duke that died and passed away 

I'm strapped up at all times, if you flex I'ma blast away 

Like Tom Hanks on "Castaway," I'm posted up just one deep 

Cause these days these hoes out here be plottin to come up on the creep 

And these suckers be on that reach, tryin to come up off of me 

You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet 

Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock 

Burnin straights out on the block, givin it all I got 

[Chorus - 2X]