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Everybody Know Me Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Come on 

We back baby 

Swishahouse, T.F. 

Mr. Lee, P. Wall 

 

I got the screw tape playin' in the deck so I drive slowly 

(Slow) 

Got them swangers pokin', yeah the slab hold me 

(Hey) 

 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

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Cooler than a fan 

(Fan) 

Money in my hand 

Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands 

(Bands) 

 

I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Ballin' is a habit, that money I got to have it 

I'm an addict for that paper, my hustle is automatic 

My presence is so Jurassic, these lames is so tragic 

I'm lightin' that Cali cactus, so I'm higher than an attic 

 

Photos 

 

I'm choppin' up the block like a garbage disposal 

So the boppers' proposition an indecent proposal 

I'm cool like popsicle, been grindin' since I was little 

On this pool pick narratin' these proverbs and riddles 

 

I'm fresh like green bananas and fly like Continental 

'Cause I stay up on my grind late night like Jimmy Kimmel 

In that pomegranate slam with the roof convert 

Five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork 

 

That Cali is active when Lil' Keke got the trees lit 

Tiltin the bumper kit, I'm flippin with the screens lit 

Ridin with the Big Dogg, we 

(Breakin 'em off) 

Sippin the stuff to cure my cough, pardon me, I'm throwed off 

 

With the screw tape playin' in the deck, so I drive slowly 

(Slow) 

Got them swangers pokin', yeah the slab hold me 

(Hey) 

 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Cooler than a fan 

(Fan) 

Money in my hand 

Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands 

(Bands) 

 

I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

(Roll it up) 

Smoke it up, break it up 

(Throw it up) 

Speed it up, slow it up, cut it up, screw it up 

 

Do it up, who involved? 

(Who involved?) 

Do it to 'em Uncle Dogg 

(Uncle Dogg) 

Everywhere I've flown and gone, been know to bounce some balls 

 

My entourage, stay in charge, I could never camouflage 

('Flage) 

Doggy do it extra large (large), coppin to a lesser charge 

(Charge) 

 

Paul Wall your next in charge, S is hard, reppin hard 

Press 'em hard 

(What?) 

Tech in core 

(What?) 

Blast 'em like Nessie Mars 

(What? What?) 

 

Yes a star, I'm a bad mother 

(Mother, mother) 

I'm the only rapper known by your grandmother 

(Mother) 

 

And your preacher and your teacher, ain't that a trip? 

(Trip) 

Moshi moshi acuagru ain't that a bitch? 

(Biatch) 

 

That's Japanese little homie, you should learn to mingle 

(Mingle) 

See Snoop Dogg is international and bilingual 

('Lingual) 

 

I'm in the game, got the fame and the money mayne 

(Mayne) 

And everybody know my motherfuckin' name 

(Name) 

 

I got the screw tape playin' in the deck so I drive slowly 

(Slow) 

Got them swangers pokin', yeah the slab hold me 

(Hey) 

 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Cooler than a fan 

(Fan) 

Money in my hand 

Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands 

(Bands) 

 

I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Uh huh, come on 

Correct me if I'm wrong but goddamn I'm fly 

In my famous stars and straps, no suit, no tie 

I got the heavy starch crease, so I'm sharp as an ice pick 

I'm swangin' and bangin' and holdin' grain like a vice grip 

 

I'm high as a ceilin' fan, I'm flyer than Superman 

I'm hot as a fryin' pan 'cause baby I'm the man 

And I'm leanin' like a kick stand, stackin' up them grands 

From T Wet to Bataan, that wood grain up in my hand 

 

Roll it up and pass it, as I cruise through traffic 

Slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic 

I'm superseedin' my quota, out collectin' these dimes 

My speech slurred 'cause I'm leanin' like a half passed nine 

 

I'm tippin' down on them craigers, I'm skatin' like Darren Harper 

With a trunk full of speakers beatin' hard like Travis Barker 

The money in the stash, paid for make stack 

I'm swangin' till the fo's clack, drinkin' codeine extract 

 

With the screw tape playin' in the deck, so I drive slowly 

(Slow) 

Got them swangers pokin', yeah the slab hold me 

(Hey) 

 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

 

Cooler than a fan 

(Fan) 

Money in my hand 

Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands 

(Bands) 

 

I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

Everybody know me 

(Know me) 

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