Paul Wall - Cut Song Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Paul Wall] What it do, It's Paul Wall – I be in a [?] I ride on deep dishes, I'm an expert in pottery When I close my mouth, it's a blackout More chrome than an old man who thrown his back out Time to take the trash out, so you comin' with me Conceited, co*ky and confident, I'm one of the three Damn, Paul Wall, you acting like a son of a b I be running my mouth like my tongue got a knee When I'm on the South [?], I got a partner named Black I don't play defence, but in my pants, I got a sack I'm a spoiled brat, so throwed that I'm throwing a fit I ain't gotta fight, ‘cause Lew Hawk done swollen your lip I done – swung through [?], scooped up a manual Holla at my sister and teach a [?] [?] Serena Williams done packed up her sh** and jumped ship Catch me at a frat party up in UT Austin Excuse me, miss Sere', do you come here often? I'm not in the marines, but I wear tech marine Shout out to that boy Lil Hennessy and [?] Junior put me down with a Color Changin' Cat too God bless me, even when I don't at'choo I'm baboulus [Verse 2: Lew Hawk] Hang up your saddle baby, it's time to ride Lew Hawk's a go getter, heavy on the grind I'm spittin' more game than a psychic hotline Trunk hit so hard, I [?] the headlights The rocks in my grill cooler than a Coors Light It's that Lew Hawk, duffle bags with top flight Them boys in [?], moving bricks through the heights Never can let my game slack up If boxing don't work, chopper got my back up Color Changin' soldiers always stay strapped and ready Living life fast like Mario Andretti All about my fetty, definitely ‘bout my paper Focus down payment, I'm a [?] navigator Cash in my safe, feeling [?] [?] Paul Wall paper [?] in my [?] 6 Like a [?] factory, I ain't movin' no more bricks Representing that dirty [?], and that hustler's academy Running through more green than Andre Aga**i The clarity, my ice, my diamonds, gigantic You couldn't have more ice if you froze the atlantic Panic when you see the barrel of my damn popper Nice skydive, I'ma stay in this helicopter Moving heavy weight down in Texas [?] Every pot hole, that's ‘cause I'm too hot to handle Whoa [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] It's the wizard man Once upon a time on my rollie I'm in line and [?] My wrist shining like it's holy, a designer told me It must be a fairy tale the way my ice is so bright Without the seven dwarves, my ice whiter than snow white No – I can't fly, but I'm flyer than Peter Pan As soon as she see the hand, she cheaty-chea-cheat again Peter Piper can pick a pepper, but I'll pick your heffer Up in a pick up truck with big [?] to get ya Then you tell us you're not you when you're jealous I pick your Cinderellas up on thin propellors I'ma make her take a fall, then her gla** slip up ‘cause that n***a Chamill' will unzip that zipper Oh man, my dope can make a hoe hand Favor Frosty the snowman Oh man, never met a girl that for sure can Make me cum from a whole gram While you tricking and licking kitten, I'm flipping and getting rich And then pulling more wet cat than a fisherman fish Not catfish, not Little Red Riding Hood Not rotten in the suburbs, I ride in hoods Neon lights glowin up under the rising hood So you probably won't rob me like Robin Hood No fairy tale man, Koopa's in the Lexus, man More green than a Grinch eating green eggs and ham Even three blind mice can see that I got cheese Like gangstas, god and grumpy, I got G's I get wet under the rainer Like a African on a swing, I'm a foreign swanger The End [Outro: Chamillionaire] And the moral of the story is Get your mind correct, coming soon