Got Plex

"Got Plex"(feat. Archie Lee, Cootabang)Yuh, boys plexinWhen somebody, holdin plexWe gon' let 'em know what it do thoughKnahmtalkinbout? Yuh[Chorus: Paul Wall]I'm stompin down on my Reebok white, rearview mirror jackers in sightNot to worry I fear no bite, I'm wired up and I'm ready to fightGot plex I got the pump, got plex I got the pumpGot plex I got the pump, what it do, that's what's up[Paul Wall]Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wetBut not to fear I'm totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American ExpressI never leave home without the heater, I'm strapped up like a straightjacketI'm certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tacticsHit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccupBend the corner bitch move around, I'll know ya head right by ya edge-upSeen ya straight to {?}, emergency room, ICUAnd have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tubeWhy these suckers eyein me, you don't wanna be tryin meKeep on lookin at me strange, I'ma have you seein siameseClose your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to playKeep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you lay[Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times][Archie Lee]I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-lySayin you gon' hold me, you gon' have to show meDraped in all black so I can stay low keySo when they ask who done it won't nobody know meThe whole fuckin H-Town, that's my hoodI'ma put in they face so they can get it understoodMister master Archie Lee but you can call me HollyhoodI could cap on down, but I'ma keep it hoodCheck it out - fuckin rappin 'bout it, be about itGot plex with the Mister, bitch come see me about it (yeah)Real gangsters don't talk about what they gon' do yaThey just cock the hammer back and let them slugs fly through ya[Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times][Cootabang]If it's plex that ya holdin the gat attached I expose itAnd explode the flesh off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shouldersHomey who's takin over with soldiers, they can't control usThey ain't understandin my motives, hold up pop the trunk and show usArtillery digger make you say shiver me timbersI'm off of the chain especially off Hennessy liquorIt's Coot-banger, number one suspect for dangerYou niggaz can be decoded but the tec'll make you famousI'm out there SwishaHouse with Archie and PaulGot plex, then it's a mess you'll be too wet for a towelYou'll be the color I'm reppin, that's what's poppinIf you think you heard the weapon, that's Coot B cockin[Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times]