Paul Wall - Take Notes lyrics

rate me

The Peoples champ baby

That be yours truly Paul Wall

You know what I'm talkin bout

Gettin this money all day and all night

And you know I'm flyer than a mosquito baby cuz that's how I do

I got expensive taste you know what I'm talking bout

Sit back take notes already

I wake up in the morning and I yawn and stretch

Lace up some new J's now I'm new born fresh

Got the 501 jeans creased starched and pressed

Expensive taste name brand hat and shirt on my chest

Got the boppers going crazy pull up in my Mercedes

Knocking down the ladies from Pasadena to Katy

Most of them dudes hate me cuz I sweet talking they lady

But don't bring her around me if your game ain't all gravy

No time for games my mind on stacking change

Tryin to flip this paper and change this chevy to a range

Screen fall like rain as I maneuver the grain

I pull up 3 screens 4 twelves 5 swangs

Cadillac convert while my trunk do the jerk

And the speakers in the back are drumming like Neil Peart

Haters on high alert 3 ounces in the squirt

Perc 10s for dessert and Pimp C on my shirt

I I come around the corner so slow alert

When wood grain get worked all feelings get hurt

Gorilla poke swangers all up under the skirt

First place in the car show in the back getting slurped

I step on the dirt and stop traffic like a school bus

All eyes on me I'm fly as a flock of ducks

Chasing these big bucks Haters can suck nuts

They flaky as pie crust and sensitive as an I touch

Put that on the hood the corner and the block

TV Johnny put 35 carats up on the watch

100 til my heart stops running this paper chasing

Draped in expensive taste my music is slow pace

Prada is on the face partner that's shades

And if its ain't 84s and vogues than its blades

Crisp new levis grinding since I was knee high

Need I say mo' fo sho you know we fly

Jordons on the toes when you see Paul Wall

Shopping spree at ?SL2? I crawls from the mall

Man I'm so fly no connections no jet lag

?Parvay? carat stones I break them off bad

I'm a hustla chasing meal tickets on a daily basis

I gotta get it I'm chasing them big faces

I'm putting paper in my pocket all damn year

So I can pull out Maserati and put carats in my ear

The diamonds shine so clear never from Debeer

I holla at TV Johnny he the man round here

Partner I got my mind and on Dollar signs and signing checks

I thinking snow cones on ear mouth wrist and neck

I got the game in check and my wrist game's correct

The diamond watch so shinny call it time to reflect

I gotta call these shots partner I came to wreck

And if you owe me lil homie then its time to collect

I'm straped up like a baby in the car seat

All work all day all night and all week

No sleep a hustla up on the creep

Getting my cash up bread stacked extra steep, baby

Know what I'm talking bout

And if you got a problem with me getting my paper

Then hit me at my website www dot kiss my ass dot com

Know what I'm saying We in here Know what I'm talking bout

Sweatshop I see you baby

P.F. James what up

My partner Skinhead Rob rolling it up

We bout to get tore up

T Barker I see you baby

Already