DJ Khaled, Paul Wall, Bun B - Hit 'Em Up lyrics

I'm comin down (I'm comin down)
I'm actin bad (I'm actin bad)
I'm chunkin dueces and I'm
Choppin up the slab (up the slab)
I'm comin through (I'm comin through)
I'm tippin dime (I'm tippin dime)
I'm sho a naked and I'm
Straight actin a clown (actin a clown)
I'm comin down (I'm comin down)
I'm actin bad (I'm actin bad)
I'm chunkin dueces and I'm
Choppin up the slab (up the slab)
I'm comin through (I'm comin through)
I'm tippin dime (I'm tippin dime)
I'm sho a naked and I'm
Straight actin a clown (actin a clown)

I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta
(nutta)
A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta
Comin' straight up out the gutta
With the cordaless cutta
Man, what is that? The Chinese
Choppa that likens Mr studda
What a fucked up predicament
(Damn) , a scary scenario
Automatics in ya face have
You preparin' ya burial (hol up)
They tracin' tha weapon after you
Scratch off the serial
Leaves you up like cereal
There it is and there we go (there we go)
Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and
Nigga we got all ya soft in
Ya hands so don't pretend
Like this ain't what it was
(was) or we ain't what you say (say)
I'll make a high cappa or court
Fraud light in tha day (day)
Cause in the middle of the street
In height of tha traffic
Watch what you say when we meet cause
They know might get yo ass kicked (huh)
End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga
We cost like a foreign but get
Respect like a classic muthafucka

I'm comin down (I'm comin down)
I'm actin bad (I'm actin bad)
I'm chunkin dueces and I'm
Choppin up the slab (up the slab)
I'm comin through (I'm comin through)
I'm tippin dime (I'm tippin dime)
I'm sho a naked and I'm
Straight actin a clown (actin a clown)
I'm comin down (I'm comin down)
I'm actin bad (I'm actin bad)
I'm chunkin dueces and I'm
Choppin up the slab (up the slab)
I'm comin through (I'm comin through)
I'm tippin dime (I'm tippin dime)
I'm sho a naked and I'm
Straight actin a clown (actin a clown)

This Paul Wall, baby
Swishahouse spokesperson
Choppin up tha slab, spokes turnin
Bobbies searchin shoppers splergin
Caked up cause my pockets swoll
I'm callin plays, pullin broads
I just think and roll
I'm from that lone star
Tippin dime dat candy car
Get it shined on 59
Lean and tuck I'll cut some more
Hoes wanna who we are
Fathers wanna know what we get
Hatas wanna talk down a knot
But they just mad cause they ain't hot
They ain't got the cash that I got
They don't know what my hood 'bout
They don't know about trunks that pop
On Lambo's that blaze tha chop
Countin cash and stackin not
South victory back to Scott
Crawlin like big crocodile
I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch
I'm with my partner, box
You and you and not with 'cho
Rick boy, yeah that's fo'
Sho', breakin em off, you already know
Drive slow like Kanye West
And Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh
A swishahouse chain on my chest
I keep it fresh, we are the best

I'm comin down (I'm comin down)
I'm actin bad (I'm actin bad)
I'm chunkin dueces and I'm
Choppin up the slab (up the slab)
I'm comin through (I'm comin through)
I'm tippin dime (I'm tippin dime)
I'm sho a naked and I'm
Straight actin a clown (actin a clown)
I'm comin down (I'm comin down)
I'm actin bad (I'm actin bad)
I'm chunkin dueces and I'm
Choppin up the slab (up the slab)
I'm comin through (I'm comin through)
I'm tippin dime (I'm tippin dime)
I'm sho a naked and I'm
Straight actin a clown (actin a clown)