State To State Lyrics - The Peoples Champ - Paul Wall

Freeway: () 

Free! Paul Wall! 

And we coming with the bump bump buuum! 

Early! Yeah! Uh! It's The Roc, Swishahouse and we 

Dumping on y'all hating ass niggas 

And we hit yall with the Bump Bump buuum 

Early! Uh! Yeah! Uh! 

Y'all better keep your weapons close 

It's Philly and Paul Wall 

And this is the way we ball bring the raw 

To your city got them semis 

If you really want war 

We gon bring it to your doorstep 

Vests and them hoodies 

And we pop pop pop 

Through your body 

Put the rest in your fitted 

And this is the way you fall to the ground 

An' you shaking nigga 

State prop cock game and we gun a hater down 

And we take a hater's pounds 

And we sell a hater's bricks 

And we the main reason why they chicks is not around 

Somebody tell them that they're roc' in Houston 

Swishahouse got that knock in Houston we come and lock shit down 

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Real niggas stand up point em we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that... 

And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him 

Real niggas step up we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that... 

And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him 

Paul Wall: 

I hear these haters talking seem like they're getting louder 

These sweet cupcakes softer than some clam chowder 

I'm from the city of powder, syrup and crack rocks? 

For twenty dollars get you higher than an astronaut 

I keep a Glock in my state prop jeans 

Floating on cloud nine goin' off cold dean 

I chuck a deuce to a hater 

I'm on a mission for paper 

I got lew hawk with me serving dope fiends like a waiter 

I'm on the south lee with my boy 

Big bank take little bank baby tell me what it do 

These boys talking loud but they ain't saying a thang 

But Paul Wall and Freeway will make 'em sang 

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It's the Swishahouse state prop chain gang 

.45 cal big Glock bang bang 

I keep the tupperware tucked in my underwear 

Rain down thunder on these suckers make the clutter clear 

Let's get one thing clear I run with grizzly bears 

Bite you in your back and make you straighten out your chest hair 

I'm 100 baby no time for playing games 

I got a garden full of carats hanging in my chain 

I keep a player bought my paper fuck a hater 

Cause the real turn fake switching over like a crossfader 

I'm squashing chatter climbing up the ladder 

Cause my goal is to make my pockets fatter baby Paul Wall