chain Iced Iced Iced up like the boy Johnny Dang Every Every where I go they be lookin at me strange.. (we gettin money baby) stay iced iced up like
on my chain Iced Iced Iced up like the boy Johnny Dang Every Every where I go they be lookin at me strange, Iced Iced Iced up like the boy Johnny Dang
takes to raise my stock I'm breaking bread out here trying to survive I'm under water with these sharks praying that I stay alive I'm putting up numbers
I'm from the place where our smiles stay iced out Diamonds in our mouth, baby jammin' on this Swishahouse I'm Paul Wall the peoples champ, the trunk
respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on twenty inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall
:] Jay'Ton, pull up in a Lac cocked up 22 inch chrome, bags popped up Diamonds in our mouth, cash stocked up Ice game six, so the game locked up 9-4 Fleetwood
bling, bling bling, bling bling Johnny dang watch froze (Paul Wall baby) Johnny dang watch froze [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I got that diamond ice up on my
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 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
some caterers And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shaded up, braided up and I bet that trunk be bladed up Bet I'm still crawlin
Showin naked {ass} in the great state of Texas" "Third coast born, that mean we're Texas raised" "Texas mother{fucker} that's where I stay" (already) [Paul Wall
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
) My album, Who Is Mike Jones? comin' soon (X2) [scratch] [Paul Wall:] Chingo Bling, Mike Jones, and Paul Wall What it do it's Paul Wall in the mix
of the clutch where the music screwed up I'm switching lanes, holding grain, about to tear the curb up, baby [Chorus 2x] [Paul Wall] What ya know about