PAUL WALL LYRICS - They Don't Know

"They Don't Know"

(feat. Bun B)



[Chorus: various samples]

"They don't know what that scar about, they don't know what that war about"

"They don't know what that candy car about or smokin that joint about"

"Texas is the home of the players and pimps"

"Showin naked {ass} in the great state of Texas"

"Third coast born, that mean we're Texas raised"

"Texas mother{fucker} that's where I stay" (already)



[Paul Wall]

What you know about swangers and vogues (what)

What you know about purple drank (what)

What you know about poppin trunk (what)

With neon lights and candy paint

What you know about white shirts (you don't know)

Starched down jeans with a razor crease

Platinum and gold on top our teeth (what)

Big ol' chains with a iced out piece (bing!)

You don't know about Michael Watts (nuttin)

You don't know about DJ Screw (nuttin)

What you know about - MAN, hold up!

I done came down and what it do? (already)

You don't know about P. A.T. (uhh)

What you know about FREE PIMP C

What you know about the Swishahouse man (what)

What you know bout the S. U.C. (nuttin)

We keep it player, ain't no fake

We be holdin plex whenever haters hate (okay)

We listen to music Screwed and Chopped

Down here in this Lonestar state

Out of towner's be comin around

Runnin they mouth be talkin down

But you don't know nuttin 'bout my town

Either hold it down or move around



[Chorus]



[Bun B]

They don't know what that cheese about

They don't know what 83's about

They don't know but that's how it be's about

or pour PT's up out

They don't know about sippin or

they don't know about slabs that crawl

They don't know about gettin amped

off three monsters wrapped in that four

They don't about about RBJ's

They don't know about Gulfway Drive [the main stretch in Port Arthur]

They don't know about Louis Manna

or Corbin Terry, them boys gon' lie

They don't know about bumper grill

They don't know about button it down

They don't know about H-Town

Takin over the rap game and shuttin it down

Bun B baby I rep the trill

All about makin a dollar bill

Grip the grain, drip the stain

Dancin Swisha let's throw some kill

I'ma keep it real mayne show my skill

Pop my trunk and show my fangs

Leave you numb like Novocaine

'Til they free Pimp C, you know it mayne



[Chorus]



[Paul Wall]

Hold on, hold up a second cuz'

Boys comin down blue or red (mayne)

Down here pimpin ain't dead (ha)

Grindin daily to stack my bread

I from the place where girls jump fly (what)

Nowadays the broads pimp broads (yup)

They got mo' game then most these guys

You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed (gone)

You don't know about chunkin a deuce (nuttin)

You don't know 'bout a Southside fade (nuttin)

Down here we be ridin D's

But you don't know about choppin blades (what)

Texas Southern or Prairie View (what)

What you know about Battle of the Bands (nuttin)

Down here we got ghetto grub

Like Williams Chicken or Timmy Chan's

You can catch me ridin swang

What you know about sippin syrup (nuttin)

You don't know about po'n it up

Purple drank so speech is slurred (what)

You don't know about the way we talk

Boys say we got country words (ha?)

But I don't really care what you heard (okay)

Cause you don't know about the Dirty Third



[Chorus]



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