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Paul Michael Slayton (born March 11, 1981), better known by his stage name Paul Wall, is an American rapper. He is currently affiliated with Swishahouse Records, having released several albums under the label as well as collaborating with other rappers signed to the label. He was formerly musical partners with rapper Chamillionaire releasing several collaborative albums including the independently released Get Ya Mind Correct. In 2005, he was signed to Atlantic Records and became successful with his major-label debut The Peoples Champ. Get Money, Stay True followed in 2007. more »

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50-50 Mill twin
Lew Hawk
Chamillionaire, 
Paul wall the color changin click, 
Paid in full records, check ya sound scans we the water boys

Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin' bout I'm true, I'm true. 
Your ridin swangs your grippin' grain I do I do. 
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin' trunk 
Your jammin' screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

Forget what them boys is talkin' bout I'm true, I'm true (I'm so true). 
Your ridin' swangs your grippin' grain I do I do. 
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk 
Your jammin' screw them water boys we so true to you.

Come the h-town plexion you leave with a bloody mouth,
That's all we do is dirt in the dirrty muggy muddy south. 
If the CD in your deck aint screwed, ehect 
And cut it off I ask em is that that laid back slow and sluggish talk. 
Before show time no rubbin' wood, I go and rub the boss, rims so big when 
I park the top of the truck above the house. 
You jammed up and do no time we all above the law, 
Oh yeah them boys fly south we boys haul a bunch a raw

Mayne forget they talkin' bout its true our stacks stand tall. 
In Houston we get more buck bucks then a reggae dance hall. 
I'm free valet, everyday cant say I ain't got no damn pull, 
I pull up with the top droppin' like err-err-err-pouhh
Ladies don't ride wit me I don't blow the AC, 
Cause my next chili like the third member of TLC. 
Put me in a old folks home if you talkin' bout gettin' some bucks 
Cause my wallet got senoir citizens in it, 50's and up. 
Its Koopa.

Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin' bout I'm true, I'm true. 
Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. 
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk 
Your jammin' screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

Forget what them boys is talkin' bout I'm true, I'm true (I'm so true). 
Your ridin' swangs your grippin' grain I do I do. 
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin' trunk 
Your jammin' screw them water boys we so true to you.

Forget what these boys are talkin' bout we players not no squares. 
There's more lights in my mouth than the lights in times square. 
I swear these boys be knowin' we drippin' candy off the dropper 
Cause our paint changin' colors like the hair on Cindy Lauper. 
Forget what these boys is talkin' bout I'm true on 22. 
My neck wrist and mouth stay below 22, degrees 
Please cheese no cash is what I'm bout, 
No need for social security check my safe deposit box wow.

Forget what they talkin' bout spreewells rotate fast. 
My mental navigation system set on locate cash
I got to keep my pockets fatter than Andre 
The giant my rims pokin' out like wings but my car ain't flyin'
Look forget what they talkin' bout the water boys be true, 
My bill phone is thick and chunky kinda like beef stew. 
They askin' if its stuff to wear what I got on each shoe 
Cause I'm ridin' on the type of glass that ain't see through, baby

[Chorus]

Boys be perpetratin' purple, they gotta stop actin', 
More cars in my garage than 5 o-clock traffic. 
In Houston I keep an iron in case I gotta stop static, 
Like shoes tied together you trippin' I gotta pop at it.

Ey they say where it if the shoe fits so I found out 22's did. 
Without it the games empty like the space in Lews tooth is. 
Big rocks and a wrist watchin', the F-P-D's watchin', 
And if gettin' money's illegal, ey I think I'm a need Cockren.

All my mind in all time who thinkin' money over music. 
Smell ya grind time so these bustas cant do ya. 
Its the water boy bafoons go and lock the game. 
If its a hall of fame gone stuntin', go on and hang our name up wow.

21 years in the game I spit 21 payin' dues 
My wallet fatter now than a 5 year old tyin shoes. 
My slappin' beat up on the block I left the concret dues. 
You better check the billboards for the latest water boys news

Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin' bout I'm true, I'm true. 
Your ridin' swangs your grippin' grain I do I do. 
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin' trunk 
Your jammin' screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

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