let you make it 'Cause I'm really tryna keep it one hundred So stay the fuck away from me, please I know you been searchin' for someone To keep it one hundred
make it Cause I'm really tryna keep it one hundred So stay the fuck away from me please! [Chorus:] I know you been searchin for someone To keep it one hundred
Übersetzung: Wall, Paul. One Hundred.
this a di ganja 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
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
stop savin' all the good beats for himself Rocafella's only niggaz that help My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier
) Get tha fuck outta here(Tell'em what to do) You aint gotta go home but Get tha fuck outta here. Verse 3: Paul Wall: (yeah, Paul Wall, Tech N9ne, The
acre in a big white who white mansion I be all up in the dirty Where they cook them fried turkeys Be up in Houston with Mike Jones and Paul Wall You
Money And thats perfect cause perfect is to me What's perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly Black Wall Street
money, one man behind the plate Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama one oh five point
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
get that paper that's my quest I'm on a slow grind towards success One of the best 'cause I keep it fresh I'm one hundred and nuttin' less And I'm still
they mean what they do Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw And tell that nigga ESG and Paul wall
is when you're hustlin', trill is when you're grindin' Trill is when you punch in that clock overtimin' Trill is when you keep it real one hundred percent
ain't got the balls or got a place they aim's on me Get the fuck outta here, tell 'em Wall told ya Popper a done deal, every one of your soft soldiers
in a big white who white mansion I be all up in the dirty, where they cook them fried turkeys Be up in Houston with Mike Jones and Paul Wall You want