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• Artiste: Slim Thug
• Titre: Po' Up Justice
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(Intro) Paul Wall in this motherfucker We like to welcome yall to motherfuckin Texas Feel like uh… H Town that is (Verse) Welcome to Texas, 3rd time, with Paul Wall it’s going down I keep em down, man keep my 9 My diamonds shine, I keep em lined Wreckin shit like it’s ‘99 That’s how we do it in the H Town Fuck it, I’mma gonna slow it down Pass the 4, po it now I’m still here, haters in the rear Anytime that disappear Old school, plenty coasts are clear Still countin, sittin outside Yellow ballin, I’m a shining star Yall niggas is falling Them bad bitches still calling, Went from 4’s to Rrari growlin Crawlin ass on the highway, I get high every day I stay fly every day Fuck your bitch in every way H Town, that’s where I’ll stay Still reppin like I used to Still actin like I used to Still stuntin like I used to Still coming through something new Like I done the last 10+ Ya niggas alright but you ain’t us Switch V12’s, eat my dust I’m a Hogan, back from Texas, just came from New Orleans I’ve been doin this shit so long Man, I’m so tired of balling (Hook) We be tippin, golden sippin, never trippin, we just getting money South Park, 5th wall, mo’ city acres home Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up We be tippin, golden sippin, never trippin, we just getting money South-west, homey stay green, pouring yella stone Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up (Verse) Bitch I’m thrown, sideways like Pacquaio Broads wanna wipe me down like a paper towel I’m at the gallery, followed by kush cloud Paper stacked, I look to pow so I buy what I want just like a growl Pull up and that engine growling Valet in that penny drop em Slim Thugger right behind me in the traffic, stop him I’m the frenchies, drive through in the Maserati These boys talkin full of shit like a Porter party Hold up, I’m sittin crookin on chrome Blowin stank, I’m stack a bank, handsfree phone Sippin paint, my Sprite paint, my jury ain’t no wrong If you tokin down on the Texas better leave me the fuck alone My money long, that’s way I know Just look at the shit I’m ownin I got too much money to make than to be worryin bout F’in a bitch a bone My mind gone, my top blown, I’m throwed My drink cold, my dank rolled, my bank roll is wow (Hook) We be tippin, golden sippin, never trippin, we just getting money South Park, 5th wall, mo’ city acres home Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up We be tippin, golden sippin, never trippin, we just getting money South-west, homey stay green, pouring yella stone Welcome back to Texas, go on and grab your Styrofoam and po’ up