[Chorus] (Paul Wall). I'm comin down I'm actin bad. I'm chunkin dueces and I'm choppin up the slab. I'm comin through I'm tippin dime. I'm sho a naked and I'm straight actin a clown (x2). (Bun B). I'm a certified D-boy a real big nutta. A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta. Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordaless cutta. Man what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda. What a f*cked up predicament (Damn) a scary scenario. Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial. They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial. Leaves you up like cereal there it is and there we go. Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and. Ni**a we got all ya soft in ya hands so don't pretend. Like this ain't what it was (was) or we ain't what you say (say). I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day. Cuz in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic. Watch what you say when we meet cuz they know might get yo ass kicked. End up in a pickle like a Vlasic UGK ni**a. We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthaf*. [[Chorus]. (Paul Wall). This Paul Wall baby Swishahouse spokesperson. Choppin up tha slab spokes turnin bobbies searchin. Shoppers splergin Caked up cuz my pockets swoll. I'm callin plays pullin broads I just think and roll. I'm from that lone star tippin dime dat candy car. Get it shined on 59 Lean and tuck I'll cut some more. Hoes wanna who we are Fathers wanna know what we get. Hatas wanna talk down a knot but they just mad cuz they ain't hot. They ain't got the cash that I got. They don't know what my hood 'bout. They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop. Countin cash and stackin not South victory back to Scott. Crawlin like big crocodile I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch. I'm with my partner box you and you and not wit 'cho. Rick boy yeah that's fo' sho' breakin em off you already know. Drive slow like Kanye West and Branyan Wayans and Manny Mesh. A swishahouse chain on my chest I keep it fresh We are the best. [Chorus]