Mike Jones What Ya Know About... ft Paul Wall, Lilla Kyleon Lyrics

[Chorus 3x]
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood
grain
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood
grain
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood
grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know
about

[Mike Jones]
What ya know about that candy
paint with b___er guts
V-b-s, princess cuts with purple
stuff up in my cup
I'm grippin on that grain man,
switching lane to lane man
In my Rover Range man, like
Collie on them heaven thang
I'm in the parking lot
with my candy apple drop
Hop inside, press a b___on, watch
my top pass out
See I'm a hustler on my grind, the
four vogues fit for reclining
Watch me smile and show my
grill so y'all can see that I'm a shine
2 8 1, 3
3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Thats my cell phone number
hit me up on the low
I'm from the city of the clutch
where the music screwed up
I'm switching lanes,
holding grain, about to tear the curb up, baby

[Chorus 2x]

[Paul Wall]
What ya know about
some vogue tires and 84's
Candy paint red cherry
blossom drippin off the door
I'm from the place where
our smiles stay iced out
Diamonds in our mouth, baby jammin
on this Swishahouse
I'm Paul Wall the peoples champ,
the trunk popper
I'm something like a chick magnet
catching all the boppers
We used to ride choppers back in
9-8
Still jammin grey tapes in this Lone Star state
I'm from the place we be sippin on prescription cough
syrup
It's some icy white shoes and a tall tee
shirt
I got the trunk on crack with neon lights in the
back
We still jammin Robert Davis what ya know about that
baby

[Chorus 2x]

[Killa Kyleon]
Pulling up holding, got the top folding
Got vogues on my
lo' when I got the drop strolling
Got Now
'N' Later paint (paint)
Peter Pan guts (guts)
15's banging I can beat a man up
Big grill in the
lady, gat in the waist
See the 5th wheel sleepin when
I'm sliding away
Poppin my trunk, you see the lights
glowing
Me and Paul Wall leaning, you see the Sprite
pouring
It's an H-Town thang when you riding on
swangs
In that candy coated frame grippin on that wood
grain
You call 'em hoes, we call 'em bops
You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops
Killa!

[Chorus 2x]