Paul Wall, Chamillionaire, Lil Flip - True lyrics

Here lizard-lizard-liazrd, uh
It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
The color changing lizard
The Mixtape Messiah
Please stand for the ghetto national anthem
Let's go

Forget what them boys is talking bout
I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain
I do-I do you candy red you candy blue
You popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what these boys is talking bout
We wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine
To the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey
With Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines
Running they mouth
Cause, I roll with TIP, the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full
So they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones
And Slim Thug the Boss it's Paul Wall
Still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila
I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper
I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout
I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true
Cause true speak for it'self baby

Forget what them boys is talking bout
I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain
I do-I do you candy red you candy blue
You popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

They say I'm the greatest of all time
And I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine
And she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into
Something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop
They be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie
The heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me everytime you see me
It's gon be in the pants
If I do a crime and you snitch
Homie the heater will snitch too
Cause if the police come around
It'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic
After it melt
Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me
After myself i hope you internet thugs
That will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita
Until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself
The rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time
And I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title
To the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them boys is talking bout
I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain
I do-I do you candy red you candy blue
You popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

The definition of a pimp is
(me) , cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now
If you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill
We pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking
Like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping
Paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him
If he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's
Bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me
Don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts
That sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do
(three) i bring the heat on every track
It's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box
Don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car
You know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber
That don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state
Like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard
It's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

Forget what them boys is talking bout
I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain
I do-I do you candy red you candy blue
You popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true