Paul Wall - Sippin' Tha Barre lyrics

[Chorus:] Sip sippin tha barre Grippin tha grain I got 17 karrots in my piece and chains [repeat 4x] [Verse 1:] Ya'll open a map and take a trip down south Come on over to huston,texas welcome to the swisha house It's the land of the trill Coming straight out the block I got my mind on my hustle Im tyrna make it to the top So I put in work and stack at night Determination is all I got On the grind I sceme and plot Whatever it takes to raise my stock Im breaking bread out here try to survive On my new water with these sharks prayin I stay alive Im putting up numbers like garnett on that 610 south Aint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the south This here that people's champ talk This the expressions of a g And ima be chasin after them g's until I R.I.P. Its paul wall baby What it do be bangin screws since '92 Pat pat,lil kee kee,funky hawk and the rest of the crew So whos next on that plex Im flippin slab and weavin hood Wit screens hanging down from the roof im ballin like a real playa should im [Chorus x4] [Verse 2:] They got you thinking huston,texas the home of david carr But really its candy paint playas sippin on barre Take a ride wit a star straight outta that loone star state Lil michael watched the train and told me I gotta hold my weight Motovation is the key when you moving them keys Entropenuaters out the game outta The 713 See one of the keys to my success I switched up like rick maddox While maintaining my composings to become one of the baddest I stick to the g code in my el g'est clothes While im tippin on 4 4 's with these scuicide doors I buy dro and pro pow for my dogs that died in the past Prayin to god I stay flow just to make this hustle last Its prime time im obeying the laws While my life is on trial Im tyrn knockout pieces chain and throw some ice on my smile Its all work and no play while im out here punching in clock Its hustlemania out here grinding on the block im tryna ball baby [Chorus x4] [Verse 3:] From the 3rd coast trenches where the k**ers don't think Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink These lil cowards tryna sas and make the character of a g But im squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me Its g's up and marks down when im making my round While im up in nyc with dipset we shutting it down Shouts out to keenan martin holding it down in the low coast While im on the block grinin tryna hold my post Im gla** house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste Im iced out like frozen food Sippin on the ski taste Im moving time on my grind It aint no time for playing games Thats why I hustle 25/8 acumulating This change I got them diamonds up against that wood grippin grain and sippin good Bustin time thats my hood gettin money is understood Im on the hustle baby all night and all day 100 d up in my safe Safe to say that boy is paid [Chorus x5]