Letras:Paul Wall. How To Be A Player. They Don't Know.

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You don't know bout' Michael Watts {*4X*}
What you know bout' the Swishahouse man {*2X*}
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star state

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They don't know what that scar bout'
They don't know what that bar bout'
They don't know what that candy car bout'or smokin' that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex'
3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised
[Texas muthafucka that's where I stay]

All ready!
What you know about swangaz and vogues
What you know bout' purple drank
What you know bout' poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint
What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol' chains with a iced out piece
You don't know bout' Michael Watts
You don't know about DJ Screw
What you know about "MAN! Hold UP", I done came down and what it do?
They don't know about P.A.T
What you know bout' FREE PIMP C
What you know bout' the Swishahouse man
What you know bout' the S.U.C
We keep it playa, ain't no fake
When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star state
Outta towners be comin' around
Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down
but you don't know nuthin' bout my town
either hold it down or move around

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