True chords and lyrics - PAUL WALL

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Here[F] liz[C]ard-
[Am]lizard- liazrd, uh
It's the [G]almighty [C]King
Koopa, Chamillionaire
The color [Am]changing lizard,
the Mixtape Messiah
[G]Please stand for [Am]the ghetto nation[G]al an[F]them,
[Am]let's go

[Verse 2]
[Am]Forget what them boys is talking bout,
I'm [G]true- I'm true
You [Am]riding swangs you gripping grain,
I [Em]do- I do
You candy red you [Am]candy blue,
you popping trunk you [G]jamming Screw
Don't know about you,
but I'm [Am]true- I'm [G]true

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 3]
Forget [F]what these [Am]boys is talking bout,
we [G]wipe boys down
In [Am]South Park on MLK, on Sunday
[Em]we clown
From [Am]the streets of Antoine,
to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's
[F]all good
I'm riding [Am]on platinum grey,
with [G]Z- Ro and Trae
Gon [Am]let the top down,
it's a beauti[Em]ful day
Haters [Am]jealous on [F]the sidelines,
[Am]running they mouth
Cause I roll with T.I.P.,
the king of the South
[F]Boys know I'm [Am]Paid In Full,
so [G]they clocking my dollas
Me, [Am]Poppy,
Joe and Fox all [Em]riding Impalas
I'm breaking [Am]bread with Mike Jones,
and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul [F]Wall,
[Am]still [F]representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy [Am]Big Kaila, I
don't [G]bar no hater
I'm [Am]on the grind for paper,
I'll holla at [Em]ya later
Forget [Am]what they talking bout,
I'm in love with my wealth
[Em]I ain't go[Am]tta say I'm true,

[Interlude 2]
cause true speak for itself baby
[Am][G][Am][Em]
[Am][Em][Am]
[G][Am][Em]
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[Verse 4]
They say I'm the [Am]greatest of all time,
and I say [G]who and they say you
If she's a [Am]dime tell her I'm fine,
and she'll say [Em]true- true
Turn [Am]up the bang if you into,
something [G]color [Am]changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop,
they be like choo- choo- choo
And I'm [Em]thugging too hom[Am]ie,
the heater kinda like [G]Al Bundy's hand
Believe me [Am]everytime you see me,
it's gon be in [Em]her pants
If I do a [Am]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,
[G]after it melt
Cause the [Am]only rapper out rapping me is me,
after [Em]myself
I hope you [Am]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 [G]piss boys off
I offi[F]cially claim my[Am]self,
the rap King of [Em]the South
The say I'm the greatest of [Am]all time,
and I say who and they say you
And [Em]I say [Am]naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw,
rest [G]in [Am]peace

[Interlude 3]
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[G][Am]
[Em][Am]

[Verse 5]
The [Am]definition of a pimp is (me), cause
I ain't [G]doing shit for (free)
I [Am]got my own label now,
if [F]you ain't [Em]heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and [Am]Will chasing the scrill, we
pulling up on chrome wheels
[G]Nigga, your [Am]royalty check
[F]looking like my phone bill
[Am]Quick to capping picture snapping,
[G]paparazzi follow me
[Am]Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him,
if [Em]he smoke up all my weed
I love [Am]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 [G]sticky- [Am]ickie (ooh- wee)
Last year I did a mill,
now I'm [Em]bout to do (three)
I [Am]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 [F]the spa
That don't [Am]mean I like the car,
you [G]know I'm down to break your [Am]jaw
Just because I burn rubber,
that don't [Em]mean I like the tar
We [Am]ghetto stars in every state,
like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard,

[Outro 1]
it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
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