I'm A Playa

Paul Wall

Composición de: Jordan Houston/Paul Beauregard
Yessir, SwishaHouse! 
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions 
Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Maf-i-UHH! 
It's goin down 

[Chorus: repeat 4X] 
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 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 
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 fuuuuuuuuuck 

[Chorus] 

[Paul Wall] 
I got a deep freezer up on my neck and sno-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 

[Chorus] - 1/2 

"I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout" {*repeat 3X*} 
"I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa..."
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