Текст песни Mike Jones f Killa Kyleon, Paul Wall - What Ya Know About
Mike Jones f Killa Kyleon, Paul Wall - What Ya Know About слова песни
[Chorus 3x]What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grainWhat ya know about switching lanes holding wood grainWhat ya know about switching lanes holding wood grainWhat ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about[Mike Jones]What ya know about that candy paint with butter gutsV-b-s, princess cuts with purple stuff up in my cupI`m grippin on that grain man, switching lane to lane manIn my Rover Range man, like Collie on them heaven thangI`m in the parking lot with my candy apple dropHop inside, press a button, watch my top pass outSee I`m a hustler on my grind, the four vogues fit for recliningWatch me smile and show my grill so y`all can see that I`m a shine2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo`Thats my cell phone number hit me up on the lowI`m from the city of the clutch where the music screwed upI`m switching lanes, holding grain, about to tear the curb up, baby[Chorus 2x][Paul Wall]What ya know about some vogue tires and 84`sCandy paint red cherry blossom drippin off the doorI`m from the place where our smiles stay iced outDiamonds in our mouth, baby jammin on this SwishahouseI`m Paul Wall the peoples champ, the trunk popperI`m something like a chick magnet catching all the boppersWe used to ride choppers back in 9-8Still jammin grey tapes in this Lone Star stateI`m from the place we be sippin on prescription cough syrupIt`s some icy white shoes and a tall tee shirtI got the trunk on crack with neon lights in the backWe still jammin Robert Davis what ya know about that baby[Chorus 2x][Killa Kyleon]Pulling up holding, got the top foldingGot vogues on my lo` when I got the drop strollingGot Now `N` Later paint (paint)Peter Pan guts (guts)15`s banging I can beat a man upBig grill in the lady, gat in the waistSee the 5th wheel sleepin when I`m sliding awayPoppin my trunk, you see the lights glowingMe and Paul Wall leaning, you see the Sprite pouringIt`s an H-Town thang when you riding on swangsIn that candy coated frame grippin on that wood grainYou call `em hoes, we call `em bopsYou call `em rags, we call `em dropsKilla![Chorus 2x]