Lirik Lagu State To State - feat. Freeway - Paul Wall
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[Freeway: (Intro)]Free! Paul Wall!And we coming with the bump bump buuum!Early! Yeah! Uh! It's The Roc, Swishahouse and weDumping on y'all hating ass niggasAnd we hit yall with the Bump Bump buuumEarly! Uh! Yeah! Uh!
Y'all better keep your weapons closeIt's Philly and Paul WallAnd this is the way we ball bring the rawTo your city got them semisIf you really want warWe gon bring it to your doorstepVests and them hoodiesAnd we pop pop popThrough your bodyPut the rest in your fittedAnd this is the way you fall to the groundAn' you shaking niggaState prop cock game and we gun a hater downAnd we take a hater's poundsAnd we sell a hater's bricksAnd we the main reason why they chicks is not aroundSomebody tell them that they're rockin' HoustonSwishahouse got that knockin' Houston we come and lock shit down
[Chorus:]Real niggas stand up point em we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with himReal niggas step up we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him
[Paul Wall:]I hear these haters talking seem like they're getting louderThese sweet cupcakes softer than some clam chowderI'm from the city to proudly serve crack rocks?For twenty dollars get you higher than an astronautI keep a Glock in my state prop jeansFloating on cloud nine goin' off codieneI chuck a deuce to a haterI'm on a mission for paperI got Lil' Hawk with me serving dope fiends like a waiterI'm on the south B with my boy do youBig bank take little bank baby tell me what it doThese boys talking loud but they ain't saying a thangBut Paul Wall and Freeway will make 'em sang
[Chorus]
It's the Swishahouse state prop chain gang.45 cal big Glock bang bangI keep the tupperware tucked in my underwearRain down thunder on these suckers make the clutter clearLet's get one thing clear I run with grizzly bearsBite you in your back and make you straighten out your chest hairI'm 100 baby no time for playing gamesI got a garden full of carats hanging in my chainI keep a player bought my paper fuck a haterCause the real turn fake switching over like a crossfaderI'm squashing chatter climbing up the ladderCause my goal is to make my pockets fatter baby Paul Wall
[Chorus]
Y'all better keep your weapons closeIt's Philly and Paul WallAnd this is the way we ball bring the rawTo your city got them semisIf you really want warWe gon bring it to your doorstepVests and them hoodiesAnd we pop pop popThrough your bodyPut the rest in your fittedAnd this is the way you fall to the groundAn' you shaking niggaState prop cock game and we gun a hater downAnd we take a hater's poundsAnd we sell a hater's bricksAnd we the main reason why they chicks is not aroundSomebody tell them that they're rockin' HoustonSwishahouse got that knockin' Houston we come and lock shit down
[Chorus:]Real niggas stand up point em we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with himReal niggas step up we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him
[Paul Wall:]I hear these haters talking seem like they're getting louderThese sweet cupcakes softer than some clam chowderI'm from the city to proudly serve crack rocks?For twenty dollars get you higher than an astronautI keep a Glock in my state prop jeansFloating on cloud nine goin' off codieneI chuck a deuce to a haterI'm on a mission for paperI got Lil' Hawk with me serving dope fiends like a waiterI'm on the south B with my boy do youBig bank take little bank baby tell me what it doThese boys talking loud but they ain't saying a thangBut Paul Wall and Freeway will make 'em sang
[Chorus]
It's the Swishahouse state prop chain gang.45 cal big Glock bang bangI keep the tupperware tucked in my underwearRain down thunder on these suckers make the clutter clearLet's get one thing clear I run with grizzly bearsBite you in your back and make you straighten out your chest hairI'm 100 baby no time for playing gamesI got a garden full of carats hanging in my chainI keep a player bought my paper fuck a haterCause the real turn fake switching over like a crossfaderI'm squashing chatter climbing up the ladderCause my goal is to make my pockets fatter baby Paul Wall
[Chorus]
