Paul Wall - Po'Up Justice lyrics

Welcome to texas, third time with Paul Wall It's going down, I keep em dime And keep them 9's, my diamonds shine, I keep em blind Reeking sh** like it's 99, that's how we do it in the H Town f** it, I'ma go and slow it down Pa** the 4, pour it now Still here, haters the in the rear Anytime I disappear, old school, plenty coast is clear Still count c notes all year I'm balling, I'm a shining star Y'all n***as is fallen Them bad b**hes still calling Went from 4's to rarri crawlin Haulin a** on the highway, I get high everyday I stay fly everyday, f** your b**h in every way H town that's where I stay, still rippin like I used to Still hot like I used to, still stuntin like I used to Still comin through something new Like I done the last 10 plus You n***as alright, but you ain't us Push v12, eat my dust I'm hoggin, back in texas just came from New Orleans I've been doing this sh** so long man, I'm so tired of balling [Hook] We be tippin, codeine sippin, never trippin We just getting money South Park, Fifth Ward, MoCity, Acres Homes Welcome back to texas, go and grab your styrofoam, and pour up We be tippin, codeine sippin, never trippin We just getting money Southwest, Homestead, Greenspoint, Yellowstone Welcome back to Texas, go and grab your Styrofoam, and pour up b**h I'm thawed, sideways like packy out Broads wanna wipe me down like a paper towel I'm at the gallery, I'm followed by a kush cloud Paper stacked, I love to pile So I buy what I want just like prowl Pull up and that engine growl, in vale and that panty drop em Slim thugga right behind me in the traffic stop him I'm in the Frenchy's drive through in a Maserati These boys talking full of sh** like a porta potty Hold up, I'm sittin crookin on chrome Blowin stank, I'm stackin bank, bluetooth hands free phone Sippin paint, my spite paint, my j**elry ain't no lone If you talkin down on the texas, better leave me the f** alone My money long, that's well known Just look at the sh** I own And I got too much money to make then to be worrying bout emptying a b**h bone My mind gone, my top blown I'm thowed, my drank cold, my dank roll My bankroll is whoa!