Paul Wall Break Em Off (Feat. Lil' Keke) (Produced By Mr. Lee) Lyrics

Intro
I'ma break 'em off real bad, I'm show 'em throwin up deuce & ridin slab

Chorus
I'ma break 'em off real bad, I'ma break 'em
I'ma break 'em off real bad,
I'ma break 'em , I'ma break 'em off real bad
I'm show 'em throwin up deuce & ridin slab
I'ma break 'em
I'ma break 'em off real bad, I'ma break 'em
I'ma break 'em off real bad,
I'ma break 'em , I'ma break 'em off real bad
I'm show 'em throwin up deuce & ridin slab

Paul Wall
Now I gotta work ma wood grain wheel
Poppin' trunks, poppin' grillz, still poppin' seals
Higher than a hill with ma mind on millz
Piece and chain swangin', bank roll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with ma mind on cream
I'm in that mean green machine clean on 19s
Flat screens in the headrest, swangin' like a swang set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin' down tha's a fact
I'm in the lot chasin' broads like a lesbian
Full of that Kush flower, I'm breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than the street lights, floatin' like a parachute
Buzzin' like a b__blebee, mustard green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta, Mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I'm rocked up fully loaded and slabbin'
Tryin' to hit it and quit it
Walk off like big poppi then break 'em off

Chorus

Lil Keke
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I'm hotter than warm p___, berry grape Sunkist
The truck gold mist five 50 slow buddy
Bentley continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, dat's expensive taste
And 'em friendly a__ fools we send 'em to myspace
I'ma break 'em off until the backbones broken
Stainless steel drop phantom, leave the top open
s___ done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the Kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes (that's right)
Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors
I'ma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on then u buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF

Chorus

Paul Wall

Already I'm
Higher than the satellite, crawlin' like a baby
Maneuverin' thru the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady
Still choppin' on 'em b___ons, I'm struttin' and lookin' fresh
Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best
In dat minute maid droppa', with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the tooth
The fifth wheel on the ground, and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa
Ma skillz is so ill when workin' the wood wheel
Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
Wide screen mind frame, panAramic pimpin'
I'm sippin' on dat Osama, baby leanin' like I'm limpin'
In dat 2 seater feeder, it's me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter, and it's tint up in the heater
Mackin' a mamacita
Runnin' game like a cheetah
I'm knockin' 'em out the park
Similar to Derek Jeter (Break 'em off)