Paul Wall & Chamillionaire (of Da Swisha House) Luv N My Life lyrics

Let's talk about them 22 inch shoes
Feel like I'm walking on high heels when the Escalade cruise
Hold up, sorry, to be the one with the bad news
You miscounted, that's some 23's not 22's

My bad, how 'bout we talk about the speakers cuzin'?
My trunk's rated R because of the speakers cussing
Now tragically, we deeply thugging and freaks we shoving
Out them fawns, with them 20 inch neepers tugging

See, boys don't see the candy bleeder don't leave a
Stain on the feet a, talk down I guarantee you
Face be in that dirt, like a damn ant-eater
We stack mail with no envelopes

Wallet is so obese and obtuse is absurd
Wide screen it expands like the wings of a bird
Observe enlighten me, never be far occurred
Navigational system got brains of a nerd

TV screens falling out the sky like rain
Now open up the trunk and lights and show the side I claim
Candy coats tripping off of my wide frame
I'm balling like I just got finished, winning 5 dice games

Never brag about, my rims is my mind frame
But then, my 20's turn to 22's and my mind changed
Swanging lanes and gripping grain while I swang
'Cause I'm addicted to my dough and loving my life, mayn

We getting royalty checks since 9 6
So I'm six years and a couple months past rich
No they can't stop this, the top on the drop gets
Knocked off so now that boss hogg feeling topless

Hold up, why don't we talk about the blades that cut
Machetes underneath the fender? 'Cause major bust
The speakers bump like Herby's on a 12th grade slut
Nick name is Petey Pablo, my trunk raise up

Damn, you didn't, a man who flipping Black Cadillacs
With the door handles missing
Boys, we don't ball, they say, man, you tripping
That's like saying that Jordan couldn't handle pippen

Look out, it's time to talk about the size of the screens
Nineteen inch laptops, when you ride with the king
Paul Wall got TV's bigger than most of your rims
See us send your CD go back and boast to your friends

TV screens falling out the sky like rain

Now open up the trunk and lights and show the side I claim
Candy coats tripping off of my wide frame
I'm balling like I just got finished, winning 5 dice games

Never brag about, my rims is my mind frame
But then, my 20's turn to 22's and my mind changed
Swanging lanes and gripping grain while I swang
'Cause I'm addicted to my dough and loving my life, mayn

Chamill and Paul make you ball and status fade away
Like Reggie Miller threw up a shot and a made AJ
Whoa, why don't we talk about them DVD's?
Rush hour 1 through 3, on three TV's

Hold up, we gotta teach these boys how to do math
Count the TV's and DVD's and what do you have
Breadren, that's the equivalent of too much cash
I bet them broke niggas can't even add

I'm a chef chopping the block on 20 inch footing
When I drive passed, everybody get caught looking
Everybody turn around, when them 20's turn around
Everybody turn around, when them 20's turn around

Everybody turn around, when them 20's turn around
Candy paint so wet, look like the block 'bout to drown
I'm a chef chopping the block on 20 inch footing
When I drive passed, everybody get caught looking at the

TV screens falling out the sky like rain
Now open up the trunk and lights and show the side I claim
Candy coats tripping off of my wide frame
I'm balling like I just got finished, winning 5 dice games

Never brag about, my rims is my mind frame
But then, my 20's turn to 22's and my mind changed
Swanging lanes and gripping grain while I swang
'Cause I'm addicted to my dough and loving my life, mayn

TV screens falling out the sky like rain
Now open up the trunk and lights and show the side I claim
Candy coats tripping off of my wide frame
I'm balling like I just got finished, winning 5 dice games

Never brag about, my rims is my mind frame
But then, my 20's turn to 22's and my mind changed
Swanging lanes and gripping grain while I swang
'Cause I'm addicted to my dough and loving my life, mayn