Paul Wall - Exposed lyrics

[Hook-Chamillionaire] You know I'mma crawl slow, popped up sittin on them swangaz and fo's Jockin all haters with my gucci shades on I'mma stay playa, you know playaz get chose So when I come through-I got my diamonds exposed (Verse 1-Paul Wall) Well it's that grain gripper, that hold the throne-I'm straight up out of that third coast I split cigars, and poured up barre-so pop the seal, let's take a toast I stunt the most I'm still holdin-my paint wet and these streets soakin I'm runnin diamonds like James Loney-with the top down and windows open Posted up just like Durant, on South Lee with big mix My partna Black got two chicks that's turnin tricks and work for tips Stayin licks since I was six with ice grill and diamond lips So boy I'm bout to pull out Beritz, but watch ya step my paint drips I'm juiced up in Serria Mist-my ba** loud and I'm crawlin slow I'm draped up...Yeah that's fuh sho-them karat stones they make me glow I'm slammin do's and I'm sittin low, and I been in the game since '94 I'm gettin dough...my pockets fat-in all black just like the crow Where the hoes?, where the drank?-where that money?, I need that bank Come up off of that cash my dogg, I'm bout that money you think I ain't I'mma country boy from South Texas, better known as the land of trill I'm trippin fo's and I'm flippin ho's and I'm comin down with woman and grill [Hook-Chamillionaire] You know I'mma crawl slow, popped up sittin on them swangaz and fo's Jockin all haters with my gucci shades on I'mma stay playa, you know playaz get chose So when I come through-I got my diamonds exposed (I'm comin down crawlin slow) I got my diamonds exposed (I'm comin down crawlin slow) I got my diamonds exposed*Repeat 4x* (Verse 2-Chamillionaire) [Chamillitary Mayne!] Takin pics with this model chick and she lookin thick-said she from Atlanta Tellin me she love my talk, and she live in Texas and love my grammar Tellin me that she bangin Screw and she need a pic of me on the camera My whole crew said that broad bad so I looked at them and said gon'and have her Uhhh, playa don't have to talk Look at my chain and ask the cost Diamonds on my neck...Yeah that's a house Soon as I'm done might pa** her off Red over seal, Yeah that's the South Blue over seal, Yeah that's the North A.C.blow, Yeah that's my frost All of that smoke, Yeah that's exhaust In my I-M-P-A-L-A, Impala I-M-A-P-L-A-Y-A, and balla I drop her off and say call you tomorrow She callin back askin how come I ain't call her Cause I'm chasin my paper still and you know how jealous my paper get You know I'm attached to my paper tryna hold it down like a paper clip Pimp C had told me if you see the chick then take the chick And if you a playa, you'll get chose and these other boys will go pay for it [Hook-Chamillionaire] (Verse 3-Lil' Keke) [Dirty South, Stand up...H-Town's finest Don Ke] I ride big and I shine bright I'm lookin good and my swag right My paint wet and my slab tight My chain gold and my diamonds white I'm Don Ke and this H-Town-them playas chose and them hatas mad I'm Screwed Up and I'm Underground, I'm still Trill like Bun and Chad Gucci shades with them new lens Crawlin slow in my new Benz Comin through with this bad broad-me, her, and her two friends Hatas lookin, I still ball Twenty-sixes they real tall My grill did, my rocks big-my screens on, my top fall Popped up with them fo's on-twenty one but she still grown I let her ride and get inside, cause "I'm A G" was her ringtone Hit the stage with my diamonds out They don't know what my shine bout Dirty South my grind spot Boys hatin but I'm still hot So clean in this dirty game-still a legend with plenty fame My ice nice like Paul and Cham, pay attention it color change TF Records and Swisha House-Chamillitary and S.U.C Ask the streets, I'm still the best-this whole state it belong to Ke [Hook Till End]