[bad word]  [bad word] treysongz

Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
 We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo'nin
 This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us
 The foundation, knahmtalkinbout?
 [bad word]  Trey Songz]
 Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already)
 Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already)
 Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already)
 VA to H-Town yeah you already know
 Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already)
 Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy (already)
 The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already)
 Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know

[Paul Wall]
 [bad word] straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand
 It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that's my land
 Who's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me
 I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee
 And I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straight
 No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't wait
 I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lens
 So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens
 Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get chose
 Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know
 Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank up, where's the fo'
 Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin
 [bad word] 

[Paul Wall]
 I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch'n paint
 Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bank
 I don't know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin
 I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin
 Gettin money that's all I know, on my toes never off my note
 Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the [bad word] just like a pro
 I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop
 And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop
 I'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or nuttin no turnin back
 I'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacks
 I'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it takes, crackerjack
 In love with my money and that's a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin
 [bad word] 

[Paul Wall]
 Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin
 [bad word] is popped up, screens fallin from the sky
 I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
 And I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game..
 Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I [bad word] or whine
 I just get on my grind, puttin in work overtime
 I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind
 Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind
 I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches
 It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches
 Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a loss
 And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost
 I peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chess
 I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that's my quest
 I'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it fresh
 I'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still ridin dirty pimpin
 [bad word] 

[Outro]
 On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl
 Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank ya for ya purchase
 Keep holdin the South down, because, we are