PAUL WALL & CHAMILLIONAIRE - True lyrics

(feat. Lil' Flip)

[talking]

Here lizard-lizard-liazrd, uh

It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire

The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah

Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go

[Hook x2]

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true

You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do

You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw

Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

[Paul Wall]

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down

In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown

From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods

From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good

I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae

Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day

Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth

Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South

Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas

Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas

I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss

It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse

I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater

I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later

Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth

I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

[Hook x2]

[Chamillionaire]

They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you

If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true

Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do

Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo

And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand

Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her pants

If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too

Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you

Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt

Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself

I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest

Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus

Why is he saying this, to piss boys off

I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South

The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you

And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Flip]

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)

I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)

Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels

Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill

Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me

Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed

I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me

Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat

We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)

Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)

I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar

Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa

That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw

Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar

We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill

And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

[Hook]