Paul Wall, Chamillionaire - Luv N My Life lyrics

Whoa, let's talk about them 22 inch shoes
Feel like I'm walking on high heels
When the Escalade cruise

Hold up
Sorry to be the one with the bad news
You miscounted, that's some 23's not 22's

My bad
How bout we talk about the speakers cuzin
My trunk's rated R
Because of the speakers cussing

Now tragically we deeply thugging
And freaks we shoving out them fawns
With them twenty inch neepers tugging
See boys don't see the
Candy bleeder don't leave a
Stain on the feet-a
Talk down I guarantee you
Face be in that dirt, like a damn ant eater
We stack mail with no envelopes
(no stamps either)

Wallet is so obese, and obtuse is absurd
Wide screen it expands
Like the wings of a bird
Observe enlighten me, never be far occurred
Navigational system, got brains of a nerd

TV screens falling out the sky like rain
Now open up the trunk
And lights and show the side I claim
Candy coats, tripping off of my wide frame
I'm balling like I just got finished
Winning five dice games
Never brag about my rims, is my mind frame
But then my 20's turn to 22's
And my mind changed
Swanging lanes and gripping grain
While I swang
Cause, I'm addicted to my dough
And loving my life mayn

Whoa we getting royalty checks, since 9-6
So I'm six years
And a couple months past rich
No they can't stop this
The top on the drop gets knocked off
So now that boss hogg feeling topless

Hold up
Why don't we talk about the blades that cut
Machetes underneath the fender
Cause major bust
The speakers bump like Herby's
On a 12th grade slut
Nick name is Petey Pablo, my trunk raise up

Ha ha damn you didn't, a man who flipping
Black Cadillacs
With the door handles missing
You telling boys we don't ball
They say man you tripping
That's like saying that Jordan
Couldn't handle Pippen

Look out, it's time to talk about the
Size of the screens nineteen inch laptops
When you ride with the king
Paul Wall got TV's bigger than
Most of your rims
See us send your cd go back
And boast to your friends, see the

TV screens falling out the sky like rain
Now open up the trunk
And lights and show the side I claim
Candy coats, tripping off of my wide frame
I'm balling like I just got finished
Winning five dice games
Never brag about my rims, is my mind frame
But then my 20's turn to 22's
And my mind changed
Swanging lanes and gripping grain
While I swang
Cause, I'm addicted to my dough
And loving my life mayn

Chamill and Paul make you ball
And status fade away
Like Reggie Miller threw up a shot
And a made a J

Whoa, why don't we talk about them DVD's
Rush Hour 1 through 3, on three TV's

Hold up
We gotta teach these boys how to do math
Count the TV's and DVD's
And what do you have

Bread-ren, that's the equivalent of
Too much cash

I bet them broke niggas, can't even add

I'm a chef chopping the block
On 20 inch footing when I drive passed
Everybody get caught looking
Everybody turn around
When them 20's turn around

Everybody turn around
When them 20's turn around

Everybody turn around
When them 20's turn around
Candy paint so wet
Look like the block bout to drown
I'm a chef chopping the block
On 20 inch footing
When I drive passed, everybody
Get caught looking, at the

TV screens falling out the sky like rain
Now open up the trunk
And lights and show the side I claim
Candy coats, tripping off of my wide frame
I'm balling like I just got finished
Winning five dice games
Never brag about my rims, is my mind frame
But then my 20's turn to 22's
And my mind changed
Swanging lanes and gripping grain
While I swang
Cause, I'm addicted to my dough
And loving my life mayn