paul wall, catch boppers
chamillions a ice rocker
me i beat blocks and cutting skrill on big choppers
label me show stopper cuz i wreck like big poppa
imma hard knocker pullin hoes thats [?]
my dro be superb fuck what you done heard
i could step i like to rock or hit a club like a nerd
representing the dirty 3rd
drank got my speak slurred
run off with adjectives
backdoor em with verbs
i will i still have big paper if i never met the house
i bet i, still floss
i would still be the boss *snort*
increasing my annual gross by running my mouth
big gulp in my cup so you don't hear me cough
hating niggas in the midst tryna throw me off
but i still show up and show ass for the house
you can catch me off [?] getting high with [?]-rolla
or catch me with the wood putting barre in my soda
or maybe with [?] cuz he's a glock [?]
i could still pull hoes if i fade with yoda
i gotta reach my quota
selling brick for brick
you might see me in the fleet feeding your main chick dick
yep its the big pic talking all kinds of shit
i must admit my crew cant be fucked with
last nigga that attempted left his wig with a split
made him tip like a kick then beat him like a pit
ron c told me go'n show you naked
platinum mic in the frame now they gotta respect it
[?] niggas made mistakes now i gotta correct it
getta towtruck for this track cuz big pic done wrecked it


ladys and gents its the prince of all parkin lot pimps
yes im the grinch and ride 20 inch like its a cinch
might convince your woman to leave my paw prints
on the ass take a pinch while you watch like a wimp
look it dont make sense rims bigger than [?]
i maneuver the big body like im parkin a blimp
im the throwdest speaker to ever speak through a speaker
talk down on chamillion i fix your face with my sneakers
i get more green than a whole [?] full of reefer
you just mad cuz you cant afford a smart beep-beeper
im the crooked chrome creeper from the gutter
young thugga chrome rims lookin bigger than your 7 grade brother
not a lover she just tryna put me in a liplock
i cant stay with your girl i can only make a pitstop
big rocks what i rock and i sip plenty a henney
while you losing your fanny game like penny and lil penny
even all [?] the chamillion ball
all them gurls down south is tryna give em the drawers
just look at me dawg if she aint wanna date me she would hate me
if she aint wanna rate me she would try to choke my neck and shake me
dumb nerd scratch everything you already done heard
i could go platinum if my album wasnt more than 1 word
im throwed with no drank its that dank nigga no thanks
dont think your girl see me on the street and she wont thank
look
i never take her to the mall and shop
some niggas aint dripping but chamillion aint tricking
pulling something foreign off the lot
imma watch your lip hand when i pull up on thangs
if you gon get with me you got to have
your own money for a prada bag
me and pic is hopping all the jag
gripping wood grain stacking on chain


i got so many cars that i got more keys than a kingpin
you might see me riding in a car imported from england
im chilling like a penguin
shining like some sequence
i got more ice than iceland and more green than greenland
my car got more wood than a pencil factory
i don't sip syrup but i might sip on a daiquiri
and back on me
my trunk got more bass than a basement
handcuff your girl and paul wall might be her replacement
look
my mouth got more crushed ice than a slurpee
i stack my money in fat clumps like eddy murphy
more flavor than beef jerky
im more deep than a ditch
im more throwed than a baseball after the pitch
im more flyer than a witch
more flyer than a alien
i wear so much coogi people think that i'm australian
riding solo because paul wall a loner
rolling chrome-r
i got more dough than homer
lock the mic like a stoner
bootleggings abolished
i done bought my sister anne some versace nail polish
look
my trunk got more bass than a crack dealer
showing up i attract more girls than teala
imma throwed young playa like my partner named yungstar
i could catch boppers if i looked like eddie munster
my afro got a bigger pick than big pic
i grain grip my car got a more wood than a big stick
i got a big- wait hold up i don't brag on my dick
but i brag on the size of the speakers and back of my whip
im stacking my chips
i got more chips than a bag of ruffles
oll make my trunk do the harlem shuffle
my trunks jump gots more hop than kangaroos
so much leather inside my car that my horn moves
i done threw away my 20s im riding 22s
peewee and ron c leaving bootleggers bruised
im never boozed i got more green than a leprechaun
when you meet me you'll probably see me with a weapon on
other rappers careers is what i'm stepping on
[?] got nothing on but a leopard thong
i might not always be right but paul wall never wrong
taking bootleggers for hostage like what happened in Lebanon
look
you might see me rolling in a drop
chrome 20 inches
trunk got switches
paul wall beating up your block
riding on swang candy paint dripping stain
bootleggers better watch their back
swishahouse running game like track
on lookers dont know how to act
i make em say dang when they see them screens hang