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It s Paul Wall and Mike Jones, we The Future baby,
we comin soon
It s the Swishahouse, know what I m talkin bout? Swishahouse.com

I m the Chick Magnet,
I m the People s Champ
I ma playa on the mission for the benjamin s and grant s
I stay up on my toes like a ballet dancer
Boys questioning my gangsta I got 17 answers
at the club I don t post up in the V.I.P
I m just chillin at the bar with my thugs and G s
I got the heart of a hustler, the mind of a nerb
Comin from the 7-1-3 the city of syrup
If you don t like me, come blow me
Michael Watts chop and slow me
Alot of partners and homies
some real some phony
Some fans get my autograph then talk down on me
The internet still be hatin , but the streets still love me
ButtoScene got my back, with extasy and crack
We call in Iraq with the laptop attack
I don t cap on my fans I shoot craps with my fans
On the way to Dallas in the Swishahouse rap van
I got my middle-finger up with my boy Bun-B
I came in the game a group but now I roll 1-deep
Supersonics on my screen, watchin C-Say & Joker
Rashard Lewis goin out flushin boys like poker
Got plex?, like John Lucas I ma sharpshooter
Paul Wall and Mike Jones comin soon is The Future, baby

Swishahouse know what I m talkin bout?
It s Paul Wall the Chick Magnet in stores already..

I m a soldier, znachit ya
I otvyetchik i sud ya
Ya stoyu na dvukh kontsakh ognya
Ogibaya virazhi, obgonyaya smyert i zhizn
Ya byegu srazit sya s tyen yu lzhi

skol ko b nityey nye plyol obman
pokazhyet lik svyeta istina

*Save your tears
for the day
when our pain is far behind
on your feet
come with...

Wróciły dziś do mnie nad ranem
Jak z nieba zgubione jaskółki
Na długą niepamięć skazane
Nasze dawne zabawne pocałunki

Te znad rzeczki te z łąki te z lasu
Te pospieszne, bo nie ma już czasu
Te gorące zdyszane i te senne nad ranem...

Chamstwo
Wiocha
Kłamstwo
Zocha
To mnie wkurwia

Stare cyce
Gruba dupa
Dużo wągrów
Pryszczy kupa

To mnie wkurwia

Słoma z butów
Skurwysyństwo
Czarne gówno
Czerwone świństwo

To mnie wkurwia

Starcy dzieci
I pedały...

The night is dark my heart is black
Sittin here alone with a candle lit
I mourn you taste a tear on my lip
Who decided that just you, you have to die

Shadows gazing and stands so tall
Moon is full and so is my head
You are now walking among the dead

Memories of you...

Pytasz mnie, co wlasciwie Cie tu trzyma
Mowisz mi, ze nad Polska szare mgly
Pytasz mnie, czy rodzina, czy dziewczyna
I coz ja, coz ja odpowiem Ci

Moze to ten szczegolny kolor nieba
Moze to tu przezytych tyle lat
Moze to ten pszeniczny...