Gotta get it Gotta get it I gotta get it, I gotta grind I'ma put it down, gotta get mine But you gotta get it, but you gotta grind I'ma put it down,
Übersetzung: Wall, Paul. Got To Get It.
Redd) [Talking] [Paul Wall] What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House [B.G.] And this B.Gizzle - the heart of the streetz [Paul Wall] it
City, My City) And it was just bringin? a lot of division within the body, you know what I?m sayin? (My City, My City, My City) When we got the letter from Paul
me it Times is hard in the yard baby this is real shit My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall Baby
or two Hey teach me tonight I who thought I knew the score of it Kind of think I should know much more of it Off the wall, the bed, the floor of it Hey
From Bermuda, to Jamaica, to Cali, to Texas, back out to Cleveland Yuh know, Paul Wall weh yuh seh!!! [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I'm leanin, I got my drink
might get yo ass kicked End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK ni**a We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthaf* [Chorus] [Paul Wall:] This Paul Wall
You can see me from a far I'm the shit Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do) [Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker Chunk
and these magazines'll never put it in ink because how would it look if they considered me as a goat? and for those of y'all who don't know what a goat is it
was to say something about Paul Wall, you'd probably crap in your Pants, cause I'm white, and he's white, so he's like My competition I mean, right? Nope, Paul Wall
knock out floors and hit choppers What? What? The family remains, cuz it's grain It's automatic, I live it and I claim it It's real, come around here,
Ron] KILLA! They got guns, well maybe they'll squeeze / (maybe they'll squeeze) I'm a piano I got 88 keys (88 keys) Mami sniffed it, it went to baby
the laws in a poster truck got drank then pour it up, got dank then blow it up got plicks i got the pump, wat it do, thats wats up i keep a bodyguard
homey Drive slow homie Drive slow... Ya never know homey about these hoes homey Ya need to pump your breaks and drive slow homey [Paul Wall:] What It
like picked the drums off Xxplosive and put it like with it sped up, sampled, and now it's kind of like my whole style when it started, when he rapped
with one in the head, could did it all No friends were called, then I recalled Somethin' smeared on the wall Close relationships I hated it, we split
da bottom Row's gold) [Paul Wall] What it do baby It's da ice man Paul Wall I got my mouth lookin somethin like a disco ball I got da diamonds and da
