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Yo, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mornin'
This song here is dedicated to all them boys
That put it down before us
The foundation, knahmtalkinbout?
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac do's
Shawty understand this is how we roll
Parkin' lot pimpin' on Vogues
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazin'
Look at them boy's teeth, that's crazy
The lean and the weed got us lazy
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
I'm comin' straight out of the South
With my nuts in my hand
It's the Swish a House, 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'
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac do's
Shawty understand this is how we roll
Parkin' lot pimpin' on Vogues
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazin'
Look at them boy's teeth, that's crazy
The lean and the weed got us lazy
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
I'm ridin' drop-top on them roller skates
Candy Charlie ranches 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 trunk 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'
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac do's
Shawty understand this is how we roll
Parkin' lot pimpin' on Vogues
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazin'
Look at them boy's teeth, that's crazy
The lean and the weed got us lazy
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin'
Trunk 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 don't complain' 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'
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac do's
Shawty understand this is how we roll
Parkin' lot pimpin' on Vogues
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazin'
Look at them boy's teeth, that's crazy
The lean and the weed got us lazy
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
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

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The boy with the dot in his name and the dubby background, started to play records with his buddy Apparat in the early 90s far in the darkest reaches of the ruff'n'tuff Harz mountains, in former East Germany. This little country bumpkin practiced dilingently every night by candlelight at his aunt's farm. 1994, Phon.o cites the hay in the barn, the dirt in the fields and the sheep form calling him from beyond the hills as strong early influences of his deep and dirty style. In these times he got his first turntables and used every free hour to practise in his hidden secret cottage.

Read more about Phon.o on Last.fm.


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