Paul Wall, Cootabang, Archie Lee - Got Plex lyrics

Yuh, boys plexin when somebody, holdin plex
We gon' let 'em know what it do though
Knahmtalkinbout? Yuh

I'm stompin down on my Reebok white
Rearview mirror jackers in sight
Not to worry I fear no bite
I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight
Got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump, what it do
That's what's up

Step in the club and throw up my set
They mean muggin and smellin like wet
But not to fear I'm totin
That iron, that Desert Eagle
American Express
I never leave home without the heater
I'm strapped up like a straightjacket
I'm certifiable my ghetto stripes
I specialize in hustlin tactics
Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up
Catch a cut when the AK hiccup
Bend the corner bitch move around
I'll know ya head right by ya edge-up
Send you straight to Ben
Taub, emergency room, iCU
And have you layin up for a month
Eatin ya dinner food through a tube
Why these suckers eyein me
You don't wanna be tryin me
Keep on lookin at me strange
I'mma have you seein siamese
Close your eyes, look away
Your clock is tickin no time to play
Keep on muggin you pressin your luck
Where you stand gon' be where you lay

I'm stompin down on my Reebok white
Rearview mirror jackers in sight
Not to worry I fear no bite
I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight
Got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump, what it do
That's what's up

I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-ly
Sayin you gon' hold me
You gon' have to show me
Draped in all black so I can stay low key
So when they ask who done
It won't nobody know me
The whole fuckin H Town, that's my hood
I'mma put in they face so
They can get it understood
Mister master Archie Lee but you
Can call me Hollyhood
I could cap on down, but I'mma keep it hood
Check it out - fuckin rappin 'bout it
Be about it got plex with the Mister
Bitch come see me about it (yeah)
Real gangsters don't talk about what
They gon' do ya
They just cock the hammer back and
Let them slugs fly through ya

I'm stompin down on my Reebok white
Rearview mirror jackers in sight
Not to worry I fear no bite
I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight
Got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump, what it do
That's what's up

If it's plex that ya holdin the
Gat attached I expose it
And explode the flesh off ya chest and
Ya neck up off ya shoulders
Homey who's takin over with soldiers
They can't control us
They ain't understandin my motives
Hold up pop the trunk and show us
Artillery digger make you say
Shiver me timbers i'm off of the chain
Especially off Hennessy liquor
It's Coot banger
Number one suspect for danger
You niggas can be the coldest but
The tec'll make you flame up
I'm out there SwishaHouse with
Archie and Paul got plex
Then it's a mess you'll be
Too wet for a towel
You'll be the color I'm reppin
That's what's poppin
If you think you heard the weapon
That's Coot B cockin

I'm stompin down on my Reebok white
Rearview mirror jackers in sight
Not to worry I fear no bite
I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight
Got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump
Got plex I got the pump, what it do
That's what's up