Yes sir, Swisha House   DJ Paul and Juicy J productions   Paul Wall, Swisha House, Hypnotize Minds   Three 6 Mafia, it's goin' down      Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank   Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank      Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank   Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank      It's Paul Wall baby, yeah that's me   These hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout   Princess cuts all on my neck   And on my wrist and in my mouth   Do's open, do's close   Where's the camera I'll strike a pose      I'm still ridin' on elbows   In eighty-threes and eighty-fo's   The gangsta slab is what I flip   Woodgrain is what I grip   That purple drank is what I sip   In my cell phone keep a chip      I'm talkin' bid'ness I put it down   I'm choppin' blades and I'm poppin' shrooms   I'm from the land of that fry smoke   Got plex I got the pump   Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce   Keep it movin' I'm on the prowl      I'm on the hunt for some one night love   Best believe that it's goin' down   Money and hoes, cars and clothes   Diamond rings and ice grills   Swisha House we keep it trill   And hold it down baby what's the deal      Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank   Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank      Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank   Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank      We put them 47 inch jelly   Screens in them Escalade   We po' that purple drank   Straight up like it's that Kool-Aid   We like them girls   That eat it up and never be afraid      While you cry but ask   How they givin' up the fade   Ye ain't got screens   If they ain't touch screen   With the removable screen   Lookin' mean on the scene      When hoes see me   They sayin' everybody ain't able   'Cause I turned the back of my Caddy   Pickup into a pool table      Juicy J, I'm the mayne   Got the G's, fuck the fame   See a lil' freak, run some game   And she goin' I'm a take some brain   I'm on the slab, posted up   White Cadillac with the white guts      I'm on the scene, drankin' lean   Mixed with Spire in a plastic cup   I'm from the hood, call it North   Where Project Pat went to jail and court   But now he back on the Southern bricks   We gonna drink a lot and players smoke   Newport uptown      Hit the blush, or watch   These diamonds blind you up   Nothin' but self-made millionaires   So you can shut the fuck      Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank   Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank      Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank   Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank      I got a deep freezer up on my neck   And snow cones up in my ear   A ice tray up in my mouth   I'm lookin' somethin' like a chandelier   You can call me the ice man   I cause a blizzard every time I breathe   Posted up on that South Lee   With Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat      Where's the drank I'm runnin' low   Cabbage Head told me it's a drought   But not to worry dough never doubt   I'll go to the doctor with a cough   It's Paul Wall baby that's my name   Fly like a plane what it do   I drop the top of my potnah plaque   And chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch      Just like a midget I'm sittin' low   And like a snail I'm crawlin' slow   Where's Mike, where's Bawdy   He on the grind ducked on the low   Yeah, I like my music slow   Yeah, I like my train mud   I'm chopped up by Michael Watts   It's Paul Wall baby that's what's up      Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank   Eighty-fo's, candy paint   Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank      I'm a playa, ain't no doubt   Hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout   I'm a playa, ain't no doubt   Hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout   I'm a playa, ain't no doubt   Hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout      I'm a playa, I'm a playa   I'm a playa, I'm a playa   I'm a playa, I'm a playa