what are you? (what are you) I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you) I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you) I'm gettin money
Übersetzung: Wall, Paul. Ich bin Real, What Are You?.
remix! 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
Paul Wall) [Chorus: Paul Wall] I'm comin down, I'm actin bad I'm chunkin dueces and I'm choppin up the slab I'm comin through, I'm tippin dime I'm sho
that I'm one of the best god damn rappers that ever lived period I'm a goat and I don't mean to gloat but I know what I know and I know what you think
I'm on the gravy train (aiiiiii!) What you call balling, all y'all boring Knock his teeth on the grill, "Paul Wall foreman" All these pricks, I took
home. And man I'm, I'm just in Chicago, I'm trying to do my thing. You know, I got groups. I got acts I'm trying to get on, and like there wasn't nothin
and 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
you pay? Every time I see you, tha first thing I'm gon' say hey Smile fo me daddy, what you lookin' at? Let me see ya grill, let you see my, what? Ya
it 'Cause I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that (I'm a G.O.A.T.) Hahahaha I'm out y'all, it's been real (I'm a G.O.A.T.) Peace
feel you in person I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on purpose The baddest when I'm flailing, I got so many furs PETA gonna paint splash
what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I
you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin this I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame Second - you
or off duty I murder you brutally when I spit at you My actions are unforgivable Look at what clueminati did to you The maximum lyrical Nigga you minimal
I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime I'm show a naked and I'm straight
quick draw McGraw you I could Fifty Two Block you switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you You got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine you sip Ballantine, I'm
' a fool Keep tryin' I'm not goin' to quit The club was packed from wall to wall The gangsta walk is what we call When niggas are buckin' I'm still gonna
bouqet (DJ Paul) I just can't stop I keep on loading my gun I can't be seein' masta stopa Till I fill and I come Cause I ain't no sitcom YOur