[Intro: Paul Wall]
[?] Swishahouse, we the future, baby
[?] straight outa Houston
Know what I'm talking 'bout? Paul Wall

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
What's up, baby?
It's Paul Wall, what's happening?
My candy paint's drippin, can I borrow a napkin?
I'm the main attraction, when I step on the scene
Better check my resume, 24's and screens
I'm interestin' to kids, when I skate on the scene
Not molesting lil kids, y'all rims ain't 18
We ride on 24's, step your game up a notch
Turned up my music in Houston, and they heard me in the Bronx
I'm in the club, getting full of Patrone
Tryna figure out, which lil' piggy coming all the way home?
I ain't here for chit chat, we ain't talking 'bout nothing
Is we cutting or what? Lil mama, end of discussion
So fly that I'm buzzin, my trunk just plays precussion
My rims are like a tuxedo, 3 piece with buttons
Dope boys in the trap, we hustle and puffin
24's, baby boy, what they talking 'bout?
We on that still tippin, 106 and Park
On the SHADE 45, with the boy Clinton Sparks
[?] it's going down, baby
Know I'm top choppin up like a cleaver
[Verse 2: Mike Jones]
In 7 months, I blew up like a blunt
Some call it a gimmick, I call it a stunt
Some said I couldn't rap, some said I'm gon' flop
But I bet you won't drop your album the same day that I drop
[?] just like Paul Wall
Imma pull up on the scene, Imma let my screens fall
24's enough, pour the syrup in my cup
I got a female, and she dying to fuck
And suck hold up, I'm up on the scene
Looking clean, you might see me on my screens
Over 18, like the P. Wall said
You don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, homie, you can't play
Imma step out on these boys, and they blue toys
Like my homeboy Slim Thug, show my n***a love
When you see me on the corner, blowing marajuana
Yeah! Mike Jones! Hold on baby.. freestylin' man