Paul Wall - They Don't Know (Original) lyrics

[Hook] They don't know what that star bout They don't know what that barre bout They don't know what that candy car bout Or smokin' that jar about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked a** in the great state of Texas 3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised (Texas muthaf**a that's where I stay) [Paul Wall] All ready! What you know about swangaz and vogues What you know bout' purple drank What you know bout' poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol' chains with a iced out piece You don't know bout' Michael Watts You don't know about DJ Screw What you know about "MAN! Hold UP", I done came down and what it do? They don't know about P.A.T What you know bout' Free Pimp C What you know bout' the Swishahouse man What you know bout' the S.U.C We keep it playa, ain't no fake When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate We listen to music screwed and chopped Down here in this Lone Star state Outta towners be comin' around Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down But you don't know nuthin' bout my town Either hold it down or move around [Hook] [Mike Jones] Mike Jones! Me and Paul we actin' a fool When screens fall I'm packin' a tool I'm Texas raised, Texas made We grind daily no minimum wage I represent the home of candy cars Screw music and purple bar Trunk bangin', fifth hangin' 84's and vogue swangin' Belt-buckles we wear in Texas Rag-tops lay down on Lexus Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace Haters hate cuz we well respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I crack a smile and show platinum mouth Every time I rap I rep Swishahouse I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults 5 G's for me to even open my mouth [Hook] [Paul Wall] All Ready hold on, hold up a second cuz Boys comin' down blue or red Down here pimpin' ain't dead Grindin' daily to stack my bread I'm from the place where girls jump fly Now a days the broads pimp broads Cuz they got more game then most these guys You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed You don't know bout' chunkin' the deuce You don't know bout a southside fade Down here we be ridin' d's But you don't know about choppin blades Texas Southern or Prairie View What you know bout' battle of the bands Down here we got ghetto grub Like William's chicken or Timmy Chan's You can catch me ridin' swangs What you know about sippin' syrup You don't know about pourin' it up Purple drank some speeches slurred You don't know bout' the way we talk Boys say we got country words But I don't really care what you heard Cuz you don't know bout' the Dirty 3rd [Hook]