What, Swishahouse, Sucka Free   Kiss our ass if you bootlegging   Hold up Watts, bring that back   Chamillionaire, let me and Paul Wall   Get some of that..      [Chamillionaire]   Look, I'm not the type to brag about the size of my dick   Cause I would rather brag about, the size of my chips   My dimes and my nick's, and how I ride with your sis   With a diamond in my ear, about the size of your fist   Keep your eyes on my wrist, while I shine and I gliss   Don't sip-sip syrup, I'm buying the Crys'   I think some of y'all niggaz, just trying to piss   Me off, cause your girlfriend dying to kiss this   Baller on the lips, I'm calling it quit's   Ain't rapping no mo' after this, you wish   Get your mind correct, Chamillionaire wreck   The stereo don't even wanna, let the tape out your deck   Throw up your set, and take notes for my lesson   Everywhere I go, I hear dumb ass questions   Do you know Slim Thug, is he really a thug   Is Ron C a DJ, or does that nigga sell drugs   Get out my face, before I slap out the taste   I'm not really in the mood, for catching a case   Haters get erased, you can ask he's a Leo   Your woman wanna be my queen, wanna be my Cleo   Patra I slap a, rapper with a stack of   Big faces gold platinum, and make em put my plack up   Don't bring good luck, I bring niggaz damage   Could make niggaz panic, when I chop it up in Spanish   No no, problemo it's all to the bueno   Knock knock Michael Watts, go on pass me a demo   Keep-keep it real, and the keep the Chamillion on your mind   Spit fire every line, now you can press rewind      (*talking*)   Bring it back one mo' time   It's Paul Wall..