الأغاني:
Wall Paul I Wanna Get

this sh-t cause I'm so hands on I get high as f-ck and Polo sheets is what I land on back against the wall my two feet is what I stand on diva in the

Than when I seen when my team hit the scene It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holla Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a bigga' dolla? Father, I don't wanna

where they cook them fried turkeys Be up in Houston with Mike Jones and Paul Wall You want that fast quota, I want that slow nickle Everything I got, I

I get furious quick And now I take you for a walk in the ghetto Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep the borough that mothered

I try to play it cool but gotta let you know The way it's lookin I can tell you wanna go. Skip the preview and let's get to the show.... (Paul Wall

it's something to do I'll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do I've been hustlin' since 92' when I heard UGK Hollering "Pocket Full of Stones", I

movement I was moving units, they must of been moving slow True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter than Greg Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get

recall That I burned you, and I can tell by 21 you'll be bald I'm off the wall, with all the off the head shit that I make up You need one haircut, plus

roadblock up on the cloverleaf And them bears 's wall to wall Yeah them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper They even had a bear in the air I says Callin