Letras:Scweez. Other. It's Goin Dumb.

I Gotta Get This Cash
I Get It By The Racks
They Ask Me Where I'm From
I Say I Rep The Haystack
I Smile And Show My Grill
Of Course Mines Is Real
Paul Wall And Johnny Dang
Hooked It Up With The Deal
Haters Goin Be Mad
But I Dont Really Care
They Recognize Scweez
So They All Stop And Stare
I Keep A Crispy Pair
Air Forces On My Feet
Got Mac Dre's Face
Air Brushed On My Tee
In The Bay We Get Hyphy
Just Ask About Us
We Dancing On Our Cars
Like We Dont Give A What
Got Purp Roll It Up
Ain't No Holding Back
I'm Bright Like The Sun
Ya Shine Like That
I Keep The Gat Back
Sitting On My Lap
Just In Case A Sucka
Wanna Run Up And Act Bad
But That's Another Story
Man Go And Crack The Heen
I'm Driving Like A Maniac
On Big Boy Rims

[Chorus x2:]
Meet Me In The Stack
It's Goin Dumb
My Stunna Shadez On
It's Goin Dumb
My Paul Wall Grill
It's Goin Dumb
In The Bay Area We Know To Go Dumb

I Spit The Second Verse
Just Like I Spit The First
On The Block With The Work
Posted Up On The Curb
I'm Always On The Turf
You Can See Me On The Streets
If I Don't Hustle Hard Then I Ain't Goin To Eat
Independent Dough
Is The Best Way To Go
Mix Tapes Out The Trunk
[?] Stores
Whats Up To Too Short
He Put Us Up On Game
The Pioneer Of The Bay
And He Still Doin His Thang
I'm Bending These Corners
In The 5 1 O
The 4 0 8
Now 2 5 And 6 5 O
The 4 1 5
And The 7 O 7
My Paper's Not Small
So My Pockets Stay Heavy
[?] Amaze Me
Please Belive I'm Goin To Get It
What You Thought That I Wasn't
Naw I Ain't 4 Fifty
I'm Still In The Thick
Got Your Bitch On My Dick
For The Simple Fact She Love The Dummy Raps That I Spit

[Chorus x4]