Paul Wall şarkı sözleri
"Sippin' Tha Barre"[Chorus:]Sip sippin tha barreGrippin tha grainI got 17 karrots in my piece and chains [repeat 4x][Verse 1:]Ya'll open a map and take a trip down southCome on over to huston,texas welcome to the swisha houseIt's the land of the trillComing straight out the blockI got my mind on my hustleIm tyrna make it to the topSo I put in work and stack at nightDetermination is all I gotOn the grind I sceme and plotWhatever it takes to raise my stockIm breaking bread out here try to surviveOn my new water with these sharks prayin I stay aliveIm putting up numbers like garnett on that 610 southAint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the southThis here that people's champ talkThis the expressions of a gAnd ima be chasin after them g's until I R.I.P.Its paul wall babyWhat it do be bangin screws since '92Pat pat,lil kee kee,funky hawk and the rest of the crewSo whos next on that plexIm flippin slab and weavin hoodWit screens hanging down from the roof im ballin like a real playa should im[Chorus x4][Verse 2:]They got you thinking huston,texas the home of david carrBut really its candy paint playas sippin on barreTake a ride wit a star straight outta that loone star stateLil michael watched the train and told me I gotta hold my weightMotovation is the key when you moving them keysEntropenuaters out the game outtaThe 713See one of the keys to my successI switched up like rick maddoxWhile maintaining my composings to become one of the baddestI stick to the g code in my el g'est clothesWhile im tippin on 4 4 's with these scuicide doorsI buy dro and pro pow for my dogs that died in the pastPrayin to god I stay flow just to make this hustle lastIts prime time im obeying the lawsWhile my life is on trialIm tyrn knockout pieces chain and throw some ice on my smileIts all work and no play while im out here punching in clockIts hustlemania out here grinding on the block im tryna ball baby[Chorus x4][Verse 3:]From the 3rd coast trenches where the killers don't thinkWhere them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that inkThese lil cowards tryna sas and make the character of a gBut im squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being meIts g's up and marks down when im making my roundWhile im up in nyc with dipset we shutting it downShouts out to keenan martin holding it down in the low coastWhile im on the block grinin tryna hold my postIm glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic wasteIm iced out like frozen foodSippin on the ski tasteIm moving time on my grindIt aint no time for playing gamesThats why I hustle 25&8 acumulatingThis changeI got them diamonds up against that wood grippin grain and sippin goodBustin time thats my hood gettin money is understoodIm on the hustle baby all night and all day100 d up in my safeSafe to say that boy is paid
