Paul Wall Feat. Three 6 Mafia I'm A Playa lyrics

Yessir, SwishaHouse
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia
It's goin' down

Eighty-fo's, candy paint
Switchin' lanes, sippin' drank

It's Paul Wall, baby, yeah, that's me
These hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout
Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth
Do's open, do's close, where's the camera? I'll strike a pose
I'm still ridin' on elbows, in eighty threes and eighty fo's

The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip
That purple drank is what I sip, in my cell phone keep a chip
I'm talkin bid'ness I put it down, I'm choppin' blades and I'm poppin' shrooms
I'm from the land of that fry smoke, got plex? I got the pump

Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin', I'm on the prowl
I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it's goin' down
Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
SwishaHouse, we keep it trill and hold it down, baby, what's the deal?

We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade
We po' that purple drank, straight up, like it's that Kool-Aid
We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid
While you cry but ask how they givin' up the fade

Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch screen
With the removable screen, lookin' mean on the scene
When hoes see me, they sayin', everybody ain't able
'Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table


Juicy J, I'm the mayne, got the G's, fuck the fame
See a lil' freak, run some game and she goin', I'ma take some brain
I'm on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup

I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport
Uptown, hit the blush or watch these diamonds blind you up
Nothin' but self-made millionaires
So you corporate folks can shut the fuck

I got a deep freezer up on my neck and snow cones up in my ear
A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin' somethin' like a chandelier
You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe
Posted up on that South Lee with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat

Where's the drank? I'm runnin' low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough, never doubt, I'll go to the doctor with a cough
It's Paul Wall, baby, that's my name, fly like a plane what it do
I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy, Gooch

Just like a midget, I'm sittin' low and like a snail I'm crawlin' slow
Where's Mike, where's Bawdy? He on the grind ducked on the low
Yeah, I like my music slow, yeah, I like my train mud
I'm chopped up by Michael Watts, it's Paul Wall, baby, that's what's up

I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa