1) Brooke Hogan ft. Paul Wall - About Us
(paul wall:)
boys talkin' down
on the sidelines watching wishin' they was playin' the game we playin'
but its all good though
paul wall brooke what up baby
(brooke:)
what's it to you paul wall
look who's talkin'
(paul wall:)
ok i hear the commentators on the side chatter boxing
paul wall and brooke got all the paparazzi watching
i hear them jam japing bumping guns chasing crones
we ain't concerned with them bums we cumulating fun
plastic wrist we got the johnny dang watch froze 5 kid yellow stone
i'm squashing chatter when the light hit the pinky ring
starch and clean white puff with the lean
see me in the new benz cuz i'm oh so ballin'
or a old school slab with the few wheels fallin'
we got em talkin' but really they ain't saying too much
just speculating the gossip truth is they don't know about us
(brooke:)
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really wanna know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
(talk to 'em brooke)
(brooke:)
i'm just trying to live but your all up in my grill
how's a girl to breathe with all the media starring down my mouth
with a four inch lenz i just wanna hit the mall with some of my friends
(paul wall:)
they talkin' bout us so i guess were doing something right
ballin' in the mix with the camera lights shining bright
they know we caked up but they don't know how much we worth
people clear the ceiling off because we getting work
(brooke:)
picture yourself up in my shoes
top story in the news
everyday its something new
everybody's watching you
but they ain't seen nothing
they ain't heard nothing
everybody's just fronting its what they do
(brooke:)
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really wanna know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
stop stop stop
i'm not listing
you can save your breath
i don't wanna hear the rumors people are spreading
why, why do people go
out of there way
to try to bring us down
they wanna know about us
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really wanna know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
boys talkin' down
on the sidelines watching wishin' they was playin' the game we playin'
but its all good though
paul wall brooke what up baby
(brooke:)
what's it to you paul wall
look who's talkin'
(paul wall:)
ok i hear the commentators on the side chatter boxing
paul wall and brooke got all the paparazzi watching
i hear them jam japing bumping guns chasing crones
we ain't concerned with them bums we cumulating fun
plastic wrist we got the johnny dang watch froze 5 kid yellow stone
i'm squashing chatter when the light hit the pinky ring
starch and clean white puff with the lean
see me in the new benz cuz i'm oh so ballin'
or a old school slab with the few wheels fallin'
we got em talkin' but really they ain't saying too much
just speculating the gossip truth is they don't know about us
(brooke:)
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really wanna know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
(talk to 'em brooke)
(brooke:)
i'm just trying to live but your all up in my grill
how's a girl to breathe with all the media starring down my mouth
with a four inch lenz i just wanna hit the mall with some of my friends
(paul wall:)
they talkin' bout us so i guess were doing something right
ballin' in the mix with the camera lights shining bright
they know we caked up but they don't know how much we worth
people clear the ceiling off because we getting work
(brooke:)
picture yourself up in my shoes
top story in the news
everyday its something new
everybody's watching you
but they ain't seen nothing
they ain't heard nothing
everybody's just fronting its what they do
(brooke:)
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really wanna know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
stop stop stop
i'm not listing
you can save your breath
i don't wanna hear the rumors people are spreading
why, why do people go
out of there way
to try to bring us down
they wanna know about us
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
i see your lips moving but i don't hear nothing
everybody talking like they really wanna know something about us
but they don't know nothing about us
2) Paul Wall - Break Em' Off
(Intro:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
(Chorus:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
(Paul Wall:)
Now I gotta work ma wood grain wheel
Poppin' trunks, poppin' grillz, still poppin' seals
High up in the hill with ma mind on millz
Piece of chain swangin', bank roll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with ma mind on cream
I'm in that mean green machine clean on 19s
Flat screens in the headrest, swangin' like a swang set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin' down tha's a fact
I'm in the 'lac chasin' broads like a lesbian
Full of that Kush flower, I'm breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than the street lights, floatin' like a parachute
Buzzin' like a bumblebee, mustard green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta, Mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I'm rocked up fully loaded and slabbin'
Tryin' to hit it and quit it
Walk off like BIG Poppi then break 'em off
(Chorus:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
(Lil' Keke:)
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I'm hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck gold mist five 50 slow buddy
Bentley continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, dat's expensive taste
And 'em frilly ass fools we send 'em to myspace
I'mma break 'em off until the backbones broken
Stainless steel drop phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the Kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes (that's right)
Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors
I'mma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on then u buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF
(Chorus:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
(Paul Wall:)
Already
Higher than the satellite, crawlin' like a baby
Maneuverin' thru the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady
Still choppin' on 'em buttons, I'm struttin' and lookin' fresh
Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best
In dat minute maid droppa', with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the two
The fifth wheel on the ground, and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa
Ma skillz is so ill when workin' the wood wheel
Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the o'erseer
Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin'
I'm sippin' on dat Osama, baby leanin' like I'm limpin'
In dat 2 seater feeder, it's me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter, and it's ten up in the heater
Mackin' a mamacita
Runnin' game like a cheetah
I'm knockin' 'em out the park
Similar to Derek Jeter (Break 'em off)
(Chorus:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
(Chorus:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
(Paul Wall:)
Now I gotta work ma wood grain wheel
Poppin' trunks, poppin' grillz, still poppin' seals
High up in the hill with ma mind on millz
Piece of chain swangin', bank roll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with ma mind on cream
I'm in that mean green machine clean on 19s
Flat screens in the headrest, swangin' like a swang set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin' down tha's a fact
I'm in the 'lac chasin' broads like a lesbian
Full of that Kush flower, I'm breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than the street lights, floatin' like a parachute
Buzzin' like a bumblebee, mustard green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta, Mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I'm rocked up fully loaded and slabbin'
Tryin' to hit it and quit it
Walk off like BIG Poppi then break 'em off
(Chorus:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
(Lil' Keke:)
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I'm hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck gold mist five 50 slow buddy
Bentley continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, dat's expensive taste
And 'em frilly ass fools we send 'em to myspace
I'mma break 'em off until the backbones broken
Stainless steel drop phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the Kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes (that's right)
Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors
I'mma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on then u buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF
(Chorus:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
(Paul Wall:)
Already
Higher than the satellite, crawlin' like a baby
Maneuverin' thru the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady
Still choppin' on 'em buttons, I'm struttin' and lookin' fresh
Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best
In dat minute maid droppa', with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the two
The fifth wheel on the ground, and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa
Ma skillz is so ill when workin' the wood wheel
Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the o'erseer
Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin'
I'm sippin' on dat Osama, baby leanin' like I'm limpin'
In dat 2 seater feeder, it's me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter, and it's ten up in the heater
Mackin' a mamacita
Runnin' game like a cheetah
I'm knockin' 'em out the park
Similar to Derek Jeter (Break 'em off)
(Chorus:)
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em
I'mma break 'em off real bad,
I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
3) Paul wall - Im throwed off
[Jermaine Dupri:]
Ya'll know what this is
[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beast
I aint never came weak
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it sound like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what it is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin the screw
Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed
[Paul Wall:]
I'm Fresher than a fruit bowl
Leanin like a gas gage
Straight up off the dome, freestylin like hair braids
Makin that candy dance, I'm throwed off the Cali plants
I'm prancin' on the scene crawlin down like fire ants
My mind in a trance, I'm, sharper than a starched pants
Stackin Franklin and Grants from South Bank to Spring Branch
I'm posted like a stamp with my mind on cash
I'm wheel grippin and still tippin Brandi wine on glass
I got a screen in the dash, a quarter tank full of gas
Smokin that puff puff pass, throwed I hope I dont crash
Reppin the Swisha blast, so I'm flyer than a mockingbird
Throwed in the mode game, cold as a iceburg baby
[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beast
I aint never came weak
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it sound like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what it is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin the screw
Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed
[Paul Wall:]
Now to broads I'm a sharp-shooter like Steve Kerr
Flash the wrists cause a blur
Fox fur and flyin spur
Undisputed for sure
So I'm collectin these dimes
Name and number lil momma cuz its checkout time
I'm slidin on glass threes, inhalin the chronic trees
Pack protection cuz player hatin spread like STD's
I'm cool as a ocean breeze, like Chester I'm chasin cheese
I'm stangin like buzzin bees, on south lee with the cheese
Screens fall like all them leaves makes the TV's rain
Take a picture if you please, yeah my wrist is insane
Thirty Karot, diamond chain, so ballin is off the chain
Mind frame I'm stackin change, I'm so throwed in the game
[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beast
I ain't never came weak
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it sound like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what it is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin the screw
Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed
[Paul Wall:]
I'm throwed in the game
Im full of that purple sprite, and im searchin for broads
Paper stackin so my money stretch like extension cords
I'm a wide body rocker in a four on them choppers
I'm on the grind stackin up my mail like the post office
Movin at slow pace with T Farris, my aceCup full of expensive taste, open mouth and showcase
I'm throwed with screens hangin, swangin breakin his trust
We pourin up in them cups that stuff got me leanin tough
Hold up I'm caked up so all the boppers attract I got em like Asaffa Powell there runnin the track
Pullin capers makin paper stacks fly as a dove
A bread breaker, taste maker baby all of the above, I'm throwed
[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beastI aint never came weak
Got a mouth full of diamondsYou can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it sound like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what it is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin the screw Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed
4) Paul wall - They don`t know
Bun-B [Pimp-C]
-They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'
or smokin' that joint about
-Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
-Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
-3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised
-[Texas muthafucka that's where I stay]
[Paul Wall]
All ready!
What you know about swangaz and vogues
What you know bout' purple drank
What you know bout' poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint
What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol' chains with a iced out piece
You don't know bout' Michael Watts
You don't know about DJ Screw
What you know about "MAN! Hold UP", I done came down and what it do?
They don't know about P.A.T
What you know bout' FREE PIMP C
What you know bout' the Swishahouse man
What you know bout' the S.U.C
We keep it playa, ain't no fake
When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star state
Outta towners be comin' around
Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down
but you don't know nuthin' bout my town
either hold it down or move around
Bun-B [Pimp-C]
-They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'
or smokin' that joint about
-Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
-Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
-3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised
-Texas mutha
-They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'
or smokin' that joint about
-Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
-Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
-3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised
-[Texas muthafucka that's where I stay]
[Paul Wall]
All ready!
What you know about swangaz and vogues
What you know bout' purple drank
What you know bout' poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint
What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol' chains with a iced out piece
You don't know bout' Michael Watts
You don't know about DJ Screw
What you know about "MAN! Hold UP", I done came down and what it do?
They don't know about P.A.T
What you know bout' FREE PIMP C
What you know bout' the Swishahouse man
What you know bout' the S.U.C
We keep it playa, ain't no fake
When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star state
Outta towners be comin' around
Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down
but you don't know nuthin' bout my town
either hold it down or move around
Bun-B [Pimp-C]
-They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'
or smokin' that joint about
-Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
-Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
-3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised
-Texas mutha
