[Paul Wall - Intro] (Repeat 2x)   Uh..Paul Wall paper..because I got paper   And not ya nose look, get ya mind correct, uh      [Chamillionaire]   I'm the don, I didn't have no date to the prom   But I showed up with more then one princess on my arm   When it comes down to the rims, that I pick to roll   It's like a playbook play, I just pick and roll   I make mother nature wet, when I grabbed her ass   Now screens fall like rain on my wood-grain dash   They should make me the official 20 inch spokesman   'cause what them lil' kids say when they see the spokes "MAN!"   Koopa's a punk? That ain't no thought to think   Make you use your tongue in no water to wash the sink   You'se a dun-carrier, stone-barrier, yung barrier   Funny like Eddie Murphy or Jim Carrey, uh   If I wasn't the best and it was you they picked first   That's like runnin' past Juvenile to go and get Turk   Hold up..you need to get your priority's straight   The only ice you got is icing on a party cake   And since I don't trust you and you don't trust me   Call Bubba Sparxx, it's bout to get Ugly   When I come through on elbows pokin' out of my Rolls   Do the math, who's gon' be left with all the ugly hoes   You!, 'cause all the fine women is comin' with me   I'm not a minute man 'cause ya women is comin' in 3   Does it matter if ya owe me? it doesn't to me   'cause if you don't pay then you can get some trouble for free   I'm not the Fresh Prince, Carlton, or Phillip Banks   But I make enough cash deposits to fill-up banks   Oooh!, did I just say that? I impress myself   I'm the god of rap, so I'm bout to bless myself