Lyrics:
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
of maturity
I sit and think thoughts alone all by myself
Playing with cards that I was dealt
Man I always been small but always felt big
Yeah it's always just
fail..I hold it down like yeah jail
[Hook - Big Shasta (Paul Wall) (Repeat)]
Now you could call me what you want cuz I be all that
See the rims under
outside, the sun got gutter
By the clouds in the sky, it stay hot like summer
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...
Even when the well runs
You've seen it first hand how their fangs bite reckless
Psalm 46 10 makes me standby measured
Defence too tight like Van Dijk's Becker's
Don Jelz built
(D-Dlay on the beat)
The bigger they are, the harder they fall (fall)
I dribble the ball, I feel like Chris Paul
I gotta stay sharp to swim with
Aight nigga, you already know what it is man
A-Town, H-Town connection nigga
T.I.P. man, you understand that?
My homeboy Paul Wall, extended Pimp
the cattle up
Out in Italy, I'm rollin' gas up on a Gondola
Bitch, I'm flexin' like I'm Paul Bunyan, tear the flannel off
Bad bitch wanna ride, I told that
the stairs
Confessed threw herself feeling inadequate
St Paul's Cathedral was the big wedding
Nineteen ninety two Diana Charles separating
I am finding it
wide and ask
"Was it def?"
And with the straightest face I be like, "Hell yes"
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
So I don't go AWOL but yet
Paul wall
I, treat this shit like it’s my last
Day, living my life in a fast
Pace, never living in the past
I, never kick it with no rats
Cuz I keep it
time for your mind, one time)
Yo, whatever
(One time for your mind, one time)
Ayo, Nas (what up, Paul?) Kick that fuckin' rhyme
Check it out
When
When I pull up yeah you know I'm stuntin'
Cause these bitches love niggas with money
I be flexing like I'm Paul Bunyan
Cause these bitches love
it's gone I don't
Fuck with nobody rather
Be by my lone
Never fall off y'all trippin feel like
Paul Wall Still Tippin got
Too much hate inside my veins
wanna be down wid it
But these niggas won't admit it,
They droppin' to they knees
They beggin' please to be a 6,
You niggas on my dirt,
I smack you like
'm into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict
Say by tha end of tha night you will be chillen' with tha click
Flossin' it, money we tossin' it
'Cause we
can't help it, I'm addicted to the rubber bands (ayy)
We sit high, speaking like we super-human beings
Car's mulatto, black on black Europeans
Too
like Paul
Am I tryna please man or God
I just want to see the hand of God move
Tryna please God not you
This a PSA
I advice you too walk by faith
When
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I
get 3rd coast customs got da van lookin like a slice of blueberry pie
And I luv vegetables in fact I'm wearin 70 karats aroun my neck
And 11 mo aroun my
cuz I just wanna take it
Just like Paul the Rav 4 I will race it
Pass the spliff or you know I will up it
You act out and it's just repercussions
I
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
of my mouth (Buh)
Shots at you like a sawed-off
Aiming for your grill like I'm Paul Wall
Then peal 'til I not y'all
My cerebral cortex is like a war vet
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