True
Paul Wall & Chamillionaire featuring 50/50 Twin & Lew Hawk
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50/50, Lil' Twin, Lou Hawk, Chamillionaire
Paul Wall, the color changin clique
Paid In Full Records, check yo' Soundscan
We the Waterboyz
[Chorus: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Twin)
Man, forget what these boys is talkin 'bout
I'm true, I'm true
Ya ridin' swings, ya grippin' grain
I do, I do
Ya candy red, ya candy blue
Ya poppin trunk, ya jammin' Screw
Whatever it is ya plan to do
Be true, to you
Forget what them boys is talkin 'bout
I'm true, I'm so, I'm so true
Ya ridin' swings, ya grippin' grain
I do, I do
Ya candy red, ya candy blue
Ya poppin trunk, ya jammin' Screw
Them Waterboyz be so true, I'm true
Come to H-Town plex and you leave wit a bloody mouth
That's all we do is dirt in the dirty, muggy, muddy South
If the CD in ya deck ain't Screwed, eject and cut it off
Our accent, is that laid back, slow and sluggish talk
Before showtime, no rubbin wood I go and rub the boss
Rims so big when I park, the top of the truck above the house
Get jammed up, and do no time, we all above the law
Oh yeah, them birds fly South, we boys haul a bunch of raw
Man, forget what they talkin 'bout, it's true our stacks stand tall
In Houston we get more bucks, bucks than a reggae dance hall
I'm free valet, everyday, can't say I ain't got no damn pull
I pull up, with the top droppin like "errr-errr-errr" (explosion)
Ladies don't wanna ride with me I don't blow D-A-C
'Cause my neck chilly like the third member of T-L-C
Put me in a old folks' home if you talkin 'bout gettin some bucks
'Cause my wallet got senior citizens in it, fifties and up
It's cool
[Chorus: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Twin)
Man, forget what these boys is talkin 'bout
I'm true, I'm true
Ya ridin' swings, ya grippin' grain
I do, I do
Ya candy red, ya candy blue
Ya poppin trunk, ya jammin' Screw
Whatever it is ya plan to do
Be true, to you
Forget what them boys is talkin 'bout
I'm true, I'm so, I'm so true
Ya ridin' swings, ya grippin' grain
I do, I do
Ya candy red, ya candy blue
Ya poppin trunk, ya jammin' Screw
Them Waterboyz be so true, I'm true
Forget what these boys is talkin 'bout, we players not no squares
It's more lights in my mouth, than the lights in Times Square
I swear these boys be knowin we drippin candy off the dropper
'Cause our paint's changin colors like the hair on Cyndi Lauper
Forget what these boys is talkin 'bout, I'm true on 22's
My necks, wrists and mouth stay below, 22
Degrees, please, cheese, dough and cash is what I'm 'bout
No need for social security check my safe deposit box, whoa
Forget what they talkin 'bout, Sprewells rotate fast
My mental navigation system set on locate cash
I got to keep my pockets fatter than, Andre the Giant
My rims pokin out like wings but my car ain't flyin
Look, forget what they talkin 'bout, them Waterboyz be true
My billfold is thick and chunky kinda like beef stew
They askin if it's Tupperware that I got on each shoe
Because I'm ridin on the type of glass that ain't see-through
[Chorus: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Twin)
Man, forget what these boys is talkin 'bout
I'm true, I'm true
Ya ridin' swings, ya grippin' grain
I do, I do
Ya candy red, ya candy blue
Ya poppin trunk, ya jammin' Screw
Whatever it is ya plan to do
Be true, to you
Forget what them boys is talkin 'bout
I'm true, I'm so, I'm so true
Ya ridin' swings, ya grippin' grain
I do, I do
Ya candy red, ya candy blue
Ya poppin trunk, ya jammin' Screw
Them Waterboyz be so true, I'm true
Boys be perpetratin purple, they gotta stop actin
More cars in my garage than 5 o'clock traffic
In Houston I keep a iron in case I gotta stop static
Like shoes tied together, you trippin, I gotta pop daddy
Hey, they said wear it if the shoe fits, so I found out 22's did
Without it the game's empty like the space in Luke's tooth is
Big rocks in the wrist watch and, the F-E-D's watchin
But if gettin money's illegal, hey, I think I'ma need Cochran
On my mind at all times I'm thinkin money over moves
You stay on your grind at all times so these bustas can't do you
It's them Waterboy buffoons comin to lock the game up
If it's a Hall of Fame for stuntin, gon' hang our name up, whoa
Twenty-one years in the game, I spent twenty payin dues
My wallet got a fatter knot than a five year old tyin shoes
My slab be beatin up the block I left the concrete bruised
You better check the Billboard for the latest Waterboy news
Man, forget what these boys is talkin 'bout
I'm true, I'm true
Ya ridin' swings, ya grippin' grain
I do, I do
Ya candy red, ya candy blue
Ya poppin trunk, ya jammin' Screw
Whatever it is ya plan to do
Be true, to you