, to get me respect where it's due So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind [Chamillionaire] Gotta grind, gotta stay on my grind If your
my dues, to get me respect where it's due So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind [Chamillionaire] Gotta grind, gotta stay on my grind
Tradução: Pared, Pablo. Respeto mi rutina.
take you back farther than that When my uncles was baggin blocks, used to count the stacks I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that And my
Paul Wall] I'm big ballin baby, yeahhh, and I'm spendin cheese I'm on my grind all day makin money with ease [Paul Wall] I'm grippin on that woodgrain
we well respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall
can tell that I'm a baller, by the way I shine I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind So I hustle and grind, 99 percent of the time If you
sell bricks Every where I go u know I keep a fly chick Ran ya mouth til things got trill Ay call Paul Wall u gon need a new grill They don't respect me
13, let me take you back farther than that When my uncles was baggin' blocks, used to count the stacks I was only 8, my grand-daddy can vouch for that And my
The fifth wheel I drop it, I got cheese in my hot pocket We slow it down and chop it, know I'm tal'n bout [Hook - 2x] [Paul Wall] You can hear me in my
respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on twenty inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall
staples in my scrilla Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck All my friends on the wall, I'm in
The Staples In My Skrilla Stains On My Pants Hardly Had A Cut The Ladies Aint Wanna Dance So House Parties Would Suck All My Friends On The Wall Im
t y'all leave me alone? Man seem like everybody be judging me Talkin' behind my back, fakin' the smiles and huggin' me Pointin' fingers, hatin', jealous of my success Praying for my
Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine Fresh, stunna, bitch respect my
