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Paul Wall - Dat's What Dat Is lyrics
(feat. Bun B, H.A.W.K., Killer Mike) [talking] Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker New South Movement, South Lee Southwest Click [Hook - 9x] That's what that is pimp [Bun B] Now loving, is the size of my shoe And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs With my 50 Cal. click bang, I'm gangsta walking with that trick aim My nuts hang, like D-boys on the corner And I could send a bitch nigga, a Bengal like Ty Warner I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks And turn your projects, into Ft. Knox It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for your pies and pine I'm riding off in the sunset, the horizon's mine Everybody dies in time, but how will you pass In a million dollar mansion, or dead broke on your ass Think fast, cause your number is coming up And ain't no second chances, when the killers is running up [Hook - 8x] [Paul Wall] I step into the club, in a fresh white T Looking for a one night wife, to delight me A lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like Ice-T When in actuality, they sweeter than ice tea Get your weight up homie, only the strong survive Get off the bus and pay your dues, you don't belong on this ride I'm a full time playa, all about my hustle Demonstrating my muscle, if I get in a tussle If you got plex, I suggest you keep it hush-hush Cause boys wet up on that water, and you might get bust I got to stay up on my note, so my game is sharper I can't be wiped out, I'm like a permanent marker Boys mean mugging in the club, repping they hood It's understood but cross that line, homie it ain't good It's survival of the fittest, I'm the last one breathing While you in your bed sleeping, I'm still out here creeping [Hook - 8x] [Killer Mike] Take your ass to church nigga, if you wanna learn better Join Mase and Bethle-fuck him, I'm trying to get cheddar My stack will clearly show, my talent for moving blow And it's gangsta music, so fuck the status quote Grown men talking, who let the children in Get the nine to spit it in, leave him smelling like chit-lens I ain't playing I ain't joking, I'm rolling loaded and open It's best you not provoking, this man when he pistol toting The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha When the bullet hit you nigga, it rip and tear tissue Bullet bang, turn brains into baby batter Turn great matter, into antimatter Fuck your chitter-chatter, who's good better best badder Let the shotgun splitter splatter, who it hit child or bitch It don't matter, niggaz just handling bis' Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is [H.A.W.K.] Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud By these Texas thugs, who really don't show no love That's what it is nigga, handle your bis nigga This ain't your year nigga, I'll split your wig nigga Take a sqwig nigga, this is the new South We coming hola, so what you talking bout You niggaz still learning, we got they heads turning We got the streets burning, this is a street sermon That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running [Hook - 16x] |
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