Текст песни Paul Wall - GYMC Song
Paul Wall - GYMC Song слова песни
[Watts]its goin down, repesentin H-Town make sure you pick up the Southern ClassicGet Ya Mind Correct Swishahouse player, N Paid in Full[Paul Wall]I`m not the type that likes to think about the times I was brokereminisce on how everybody thought my rhymes was a jokeI played if fair while competitors were buying their voteBut thats life I ain`t crying I copeThey talk about I owe them somethin, but they the ones thats holdin me backThey the same people bringing me downThats why anytime I hop up on the mic there ain`t no holding me backWatch I show ya`ll the meaning of clownUntil I`m under the groundThey won`t disrespect or slander my nameIt takes more than a strong mind to handle the fameI`m walking one path in this broad, scandalous gameIf you don`t have an umbrella don`t stand in the rainIt gets deep boys losing they life cause of their rappinGet jacked lose their car cause of their cappinAlot of cats exaggerate things that they lackinBut I`m real baby ain`t no actin, just real action[Chorus: Chamillionaire singing]Seems Only Times When I`m Balling Balling Balling BallingForeigns, Lacs Are Crawling, Now Hood Rats Are CallingMy Stacks Is Tall and To Them Baps and Frauds But HeyWhere Was You At The Other DayNever See Myself, Falling Falling Falling FallingPicture Me Falling Off from Rappin Back To StarvingNo Lacs Or Foreigns, Gucci Hats Or Jordans HeyI Couln`t Ever See The Day-ay-ay