I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin' up deuce
quit it And walk off like Big Poppi, break ?em off 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
break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin
Tradução: Pared, Pablo. Break Em Off.
] I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin' up
Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me Cuz know whats up, Bloods still got love for em' Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em
wall, cucarachas crawl I keep my head up and it won't fall, no not at all I'll break yo' jaw like I break the law, leave you all in all And the ride is
was to say something about Paul Wall, you'd probably crap in your Pants, cause I'm white, and he's white, so he's like My competition I mean, right? Nope, Paul Wall
you drop it off Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off Humm on the drank and full
: feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock [Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah HC mutha fuckin P nigga Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch For you mutha fuckin rinky dink
boyfriends cause I leave em holy Them boys fake maggets I done put they girl up in my rover Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to Cardova
dive off a mountain In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains Countin corpses in my black fortress In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits (dj paul
boyfriends cause i leave em holy Them boys fake maggets i done put they girl up in my rover Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to cardova
piece and work the pole Break the trick you gotta pay to roll Get the money break 'em off And we in the Benz and we scratchin' off [Paul Wall] It was
That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I Must Admit. I Like Em Dark Skin, Light Skin, Thick And Thin I Like Em Every Shape, And
I break off orgasmic pleasure bring them to Mu-Shu fellas, who you tag teamin' baptizin' wit ceemin' exercisin' them with demons I go by the name of paul wall
m throwed [Paul Wall:] Fresher than a fruit bowl Leanin like a gas gage Straight up off the doors, freestylin like hair braids Makin that candy dance, I'm throwed off
