met me but id` introduce myself if youd` let me - paul wall bby repeat [Chorus] [Paul Wall] you think you know me mayn? but you dont` know me mayne juss` because you
Übersetzung: Wall, Paul. If You Knew Me.
What I feel is hard to articulate If you want me to matriculate You'd better teach me tonight What do you get for lessons Teach me... come on and teach me... teach me
way you do me (do me 6x) Boy, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Na the way you dey do me, do me You go wound oh, you go wound oh, my baby Na the way
rang like alarms in the street Who knew how long it would be If only LA knew how wrong he could be I told you ain't nobody stronger than me [Chorus]
of comin to grips that you gonna be facin alone. All this time all this time you was wrong.But you know whatever happens I got you, and you know what
, do dirt like what's under grass Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash You move if something blast, you hurt and on your ass You
so act like you knew That we one notch below Pimp and Screw but we (way higher than you) I'm skatin, no Daytons, with Paul Wall to plate and (plate and
-Pain talking] God damn lil' mama, you thought Akon and T pain was the only ones in love with a stripper, you forgot to mention Twista, Pimp C, Paul Wall
fun Oh yeah Well if I knock knock on the door You gotta let me in And if I tap tap on the window Even
ask Trey, ask paul wall, ask roll Go ask Cooper, ask Slim, they already know And they'll tell you they ready to represent it It's still in here doing it, you
in the street Who knew how long it would be? If only L.A. knew how wrong he could be I told you ain't nobody stronger than me Man, I told you so They
weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what's under grass Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash You move if something blast, you hurt and on your ass You
the coulda me dree Z's Koopsta got 'em stee Make prophet me See that's what you get for talkin' shit Trick I drop you in the splunder Cut you up like
is not fiction on you, bitches Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians Executions style buck in yo head, while ya beg on yo knees Await till you
cash For you if I was in the gang, I would burn the flag We knew each other for a week, you put up your cards And brought me out of jail for three week
your number two I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your undercover lover, I can be your back
whatever's miniscule (like!) Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg) You can't go beyond what there's no limit to If I think hip-
