Хотите запечатлеть незабываемые моменты? Доверьте свои фотографии профессионалу! Услуги талантливого фотографа - гарантия качественных снимков и восхитительных портретов.
Артист: Paul WallНазвание : I`m A PlayaДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop dirty south southern rap hip hop Видео:
|
||
(featuring Three 6 Mafia) Sir, SwishaHouse! DJ Paul and Juicy J productions Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia It`s goin down [Chorus x4] Eighty-fo`s (eighty-fo`s) candy paint (candy paint) Switchin` lanes (switchin` lanes) sippin` drank (sippin` drank) [Paul Wall] 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 cellphone keep a chip I`m talkin bidness 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 SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what`s the deal? [Chorus] [DJ Paul] 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] Juicy J, I`m the mayne, got the G`s, fuck the fame See a lil` freak, run some game, and she goin` I`ma 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 gon` 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 fuuuck [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I got a deep freezer up on my neck and snocones 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 [Chorus] 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 | Похожие исполнители:
|
Опубликовать в блоге/дневнике/жж (html-код)
Опубликовать на форуме (bb-код)
Прямая ссылка на эту страницу