I got (?) on my ride in the black
I Bet you if i turn you baby I can make em bop
Got me saying
Who the f**k you be bitch you know me
Who the f**k who-who the f**k you be bitch you know me
I`m sum`n like a pimp(x2)

(Paul Wall:)
(Making em bop)

I`m sitting down in pimp mode
My trunk bump like a lymph node
Them boppas gaze and haters haze
I`m playa made with hemp roll
I pull up and make them wimps fold
My wide body big blimp hoes
That fifth drop down look to the floor
The trunk glow I`m so dope

I`m candy red like Elmo
Me a simp Oh hell no
Just ask your girlfriend she`ll know
I got her stuck like Velcro
I put em under my spell bro
My mackin` game is real cold
I`m crawling round the parking lot
In a `lac dialup Dell slow

Catch a glimpse of this thug prince
With purple rain up in my cup
When it get tense I never flinch
That hunter pinch is by my gut

What the f**k oh thats a nine
That broad with me oh thats a dime
That cadillac thats double parked
Dripping stains oh yeah thats mine

Boys know that I`m bout that bread
Boppas know they got to give head
Haters know bout the infrared
That leave em dead and full of that lead

I`m one hundred and full of bread
I`m Paul Wall
I`ll hold it down

You know me I`m getting mine
That paper and them dimes