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all sorry bout the past in the future gotta ball
Full of flaws standing tall vivid memories we was young up in the mall
Step by step take it day by day

me

Been over 2 full years
11/29
23 done came and went 32s still alive

I put that all on Christ
I do not need no date
I don't no deadline
I tell my

Dat's What Dat Is

Paul Wall

Already Famous

2008

Warner 
I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel 
On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks 
And turn your projects, into

different words that sound the same like
Fucked it
Fucked tit
Fuck tit

“Wait, that was a bad example, come back to it?” (me)
“Butt fuck you two!” (myself)

Uh! Its that boy Magnificent
AKA Maaagno
The Rookie Of Da Year
Be on the lookout for that solo album coming soon

[Magno]
It's Magnificent, but you

shoes off
And deep inside my locker is the box I keep a two chop
So we can smoke a doobie on our breaks and keep the blues soft
And make it through

of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting

midnight stroll
Down into the old one

Images will project
The mirrors shall reflect

Your mind's troubled by everything it sees
But just like life itself,

me to bring the guns and the mask out
You don't want me to call the nigga from the last album
And have him waiting in your bushes for an 1/2 hour
You

the pad padded
Man she Pat Patterson, the way she coming out
Of her pants and I lay her ass on the mat, mattress
She can spend a day in her thoughts

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

you're stopped by a cop
The difference is, who advances the plot
You have to do it, and I can simply not, because
Baby, I'm the white man
I don't sing

Dat's What Dat Is

Paul Wall

Sittin' Sidewayz

2005

Warner 
I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel 
On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks 
And turn your projects, into

Well one, why do these wanna be ass suckers be on your dick
Cause being fake is in they blood,
can't stick with one click so they switch
Two, why

I think that it's safe to say
That the world is screwed
I don't mean to be rude 
But dude, have you had a look
Outside in the last two weeks
'Cause

The liquor go down and my ego goes up, all the way to the ceilin, do not disrupt
Hit the cha cha slide, the dougie and the quan, 6'2 but im basically lebron

autotune, yuh yuh
Cruisin' the scene, my Honda's now a coffin too, yuh yuh
Callin' me Jeffrey Dahmer, I'll cut your heart in two, yuh yuh
Just quit trying

flipped! Weighed & compared up
Promise you gone feel me, but I’ll still numb you
I ain’t full of chemicals, I’m pure from Columbia
See all them dopeheads?

and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)

oldest son.
One false move two of us will let it go
Ant i’ll start it up, I’m the one to the end the show
Truck full of girls, got room for another 
They

full of mirrors
On the roof up in Paris
Hot balloons in the air
Hot tubs and heat stares
Have us by a fire place
Butt naked on skinned bears

Up down up

my scream
Outside, at a DC claw machine
"Where, oh, where’s the Batman?
"We’re stuck with this lousy Pat Man!"
And the two bods I admire most:
Tim

King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

the kitchen
He could do it straight up, or he could do it with a whipping
But then came a drought, and then he put his first album out
Decided to do it full

was exhausted
If it wasn't for the music in they ears
They would have lost it
The seventh album by a
Musician they both revered
First time this planet