Paul Wall, Termanology - No Asterisk lyrics
[Paul Wall, Termanology - No Asterisk lyrics]
P Dub ayy, what it do? Paul Wall, baby
Hold up, Statik, let me take a stab at it
The atlas
Cut the bullshit, I'm so far passed it
Blotted paper, drop the acid, no biohazard
Maybe two-tone or maybe monochromatic
Iced cold world, wear a jacket
Roll the Backwood and pack it
If you tryna match it
Make it massive, hit the bunt, I attack it
Inhale it
Have you choking like you asthmatic
Throw knowledge down
I just hope and pray you catch it
Intellect multi-facet, close the bracket
But closed mind frame leads you
To a closed casket
Crack a book open, digest and unpack it
Achieve whatever you imagine as long as you
Success starts with small habit's
Carrots in my mouth like rabbit, diamonds
Out here chasing after cabbage
Questin' for that packet but
It's heavy traffic
Gotta fill my sack, matter fact double bag it
Tool I gotta pack it, life can be tragic
Tap the blunt after I dunk it, yeah I Shaq it
Extra, yeah I waxed it
Boy it's fantastic, psilocybin magic
I just want the rings and
The titles with no asterisk
Uh, whole trunk full of bricks
Full of mad shit
Whole trunk full of blades, full of ratchets
Pull up to the projects trunked popped
I got merch, I got drugs, I got what you want
Every couple hundred fans it's another opp
They got blood up on their
Hands so it's fuck cops
Everybody put their money in this one pot
Everybody getting money on this one block
You know me, I put fire work in the hood
Now it's poppin', baby, fireworks in the hood
Red shirt like I'm Suge
Put in work in the hood
Lil cutie on my lap and she twerk it good
You see them lips, you see them hips
You see the whip now you get it why I
Be on some conceited shit
Could've had your boy shocked
Game lead the bitch
But, it's only small moves
Under my leadership
Uh, ain't no crash dummies
We just stack money
Fucked a couple hundred bitches
Off of rap money
Beast mode like a running back
I'm running laps around these emcees
I'll bet you a hundred racks
They couldn't out spit or
Fuck with the outfit
I'm in my house, dipped down
Baby peep the drip
Henny and purp, yeah that's a sweet mix
And Statik on the boards
Bet you that's a sweet mix
Uh, bring Big, Pac and Pun back
We need the remix
Hold up, Statik, let me take a stab at it
The atlas
Cut the bullshit, I'm so far passed it
Blotted paper, drop the acid, no biohazard
Maybe two-tone or maybe monochromatic
Iced cold world, wear a jacket
Roll the Backwood and pack it
If you tryna match it
Make it massive, hit the bunt, I attack it
Inhale it
Have you choking like you asthmatic
Throw knowledge down
I just hope and pray you catch it
Intellect multi-facet, close the bracket
But closed mind frame leads you
To a closed casket
Crack a book open, digest and unpack it
Achieve whatever you imagine as long as you
Success starts with small habit's
Carrots in my mouth like rabbit, diamonds
Out here chasing after cabbage
Questin' for that packet but
It's heavy traffic
Gotta fill my sack, matter fact double bag it
Tool I gotta pack it, life can be tragic
Tap the blunt after I dunk it, yeah I Shaq it
Extra, yeah I waxed it
Boy it's fantastic, psilocybin magic
I just want the rings and
The titles with no asterisk
Uh, whole trunk full of bricks
Full of mad shit
Whole trunk full of blades, full of ratchets
Pull up to the projects trunked popped
I got merch, I got drugs, I got what you want
Every couple hundred fans it's another opp
They got blood up on their
Hands so it's fuck cops
Everybody put their money in this one pot
Everybody getting money on this one block
You know me, I put fire work in the hood
Now it's poppin', baby, fireworks in the hood
Red shirt like I'm Suge
Put in work in the hood
Lil cutie on my lap and she twerk it good
You see them lips, you see them hips
You see the whip now you get it why I
Be on some conceited shit
Could've had your boy shocked
Game lead the bitch
But, it's only small moves
Under my leadership
Uh, ain't no crash dummies
We just stack money
Fucked a couple hundred bitches
Off of rap money
Beast mode like a running back
I'm running laps around these emcees
I'll bet you a hundred racks
They couldn't out spit or
Fuck with the outfit
I'm in my house, dipped down
Baby peep the drip
Henny and purp, yeah that's a sweet mix
And Statik on the boards
Bet you that's a sweet mix
Uh, bring Big, Pac and Pun back
We need the remix