Paul Wall - State to State lyrics

[Intro: Freeway] Free! Paul Wall! And we comin with the bum-bum-BUMMM Early! G'yeah! Uhh It's the Roc, Swishahouse and we bum-bum-BUMMM Dumpin on y'all hatin a** n***as and we hit y'all with the bum-bum-BUMMM Early! Uhh, g'yeah, uhh [Freeway] Y'all better keep your weapons close it's Philly and Paul Wall And "this is the way we ball" Bring the raw to yo' city got them semis if you really want war We gon' bring it to your doorstep, vests and them hoodies And we pop pop pop... through your body Put the rest in your fitty and "this is the way you fall" To the ground and you shakin n***a State Prop co*k game, squeeze gunnin haters down And we take a hater's pounds and we sell a hater's bricks And, we the main reason why they chicks is not around Somebody tell them that the Roc in Houston Swishahouse got that knock in Houston We come to lock sh** down [Hook: repeat 2X] Real n***as stand up, point 'em out We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-BUMMM And all my real b**hes step up Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-BUMMM [Paul Wall] I hear these haters talkin, seem like they gettin louder These sweet cupcakes softer than some clam chowder I'm from the city that's proud to serve big crack rocks For twenty dollars get you higher than an astronaut I keep a Glock in my State Prop jeans Floating on cloud nine, gone off codeine I chunk a deuce to a hater, I'm on a mission for paper I got Lil' Hawk with me servin dope fiends like a waiter I'm on the south B with my boy Do YOu Big bank take little bank baby tell me what it do These boys talkin loud but they ain't saying a thang But Paul Wall and Freeway'll make 'em sang When we hit 'em with that bum-bum-BUMMM [Hook] [Paul Wall] It's the Swishahouse, State Prop chain gang Forty-five cal', big Glock, bang bang I keep the tupperware tucked in my underwear Rain down thunder on these s**ers make the clutter clear Let's get one thang clear, I run with grizzly bears Bite you in your back and make you straighten out your chest hair I'm one hundred baby no time for playin games I got a garden full of karats hangin in my chain I keep a player 'bout my paper, f** a hater Cause the real turn fake, switchin over like a crossfader I'm squashin chatter, climbin up the ladder Cause my goal is to make my pockets fatter baby Paul Wall [Hook] [Outro: Paul Wall] Paul Wall, Philadelphia Freeway Swishahouse, State Property In Philly they say "early" In Houston, Texas we say "already" But it's all good [Hook] - over Paul talking [Paul Wall] Knahmtalkinbout... already Sanchez on the beat, throw down baby Paul Wall, Freeway