Released: April 3, 2007

Featuring: Snoop Dogg

Songwriter: Paul Wall Snoop Dogg

Producer: Mr. Lee

[Intro - Paul Wall]
We back baby
Swishahouse, TF
Mr. Lee, P. Wall

[Hook 1 - Paul Wall]
I got the screw tape playin in the deck
So I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers pokin
Yeah the slab hold me (hey)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Cooler than a fan (fan)
Money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags
With them rubberbands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)

[Verse 1 - Paul Wall]
Ballin is a habit
That money, I got to have it
I'm an addict for that paper
My hustle is automatic
My presence is so Jurassic
These lames is so tragic
I'm lightin that Cali cactus
So I'm higher than an attic
I'm choppin up the block like a garbage disposal
So the boppers proposition an indecent proposal
I'm cool like popsicle
Been grindin since I was little
On this pool pick narrating these proverbs and riddles
I'm fresh like green bananas and fly like Continental
Cause I stay up on my grind late night, like Jimmy Kimmel
In that pomegranate slam with the roof convert
Five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork
That Cali is active when Lil Keke got the trees lit
Tiltin the bumper kit
I'm flippin with the screens lit
Ridin with the Big Dogg
We Breakin 'Em Off
Sippin the stuff to cure my cough
Pardon me, I'm throwed off

[Hook 2 - Paul Wall]
With the screw tape playin in the deck
So I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers pokin
Yeah the slab hold me (hey)
Everybody know me (know me)
Cooler than a fan (fan)
Money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags
With them rubberbands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin, everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg]
(Roll it up), smoke it up, break it up, throw it up
Speed it up, slow it up, cut it up, screw it up
Do it up, who involved?
Do it to 'em Uncle Dogg
Everywhere I've flown and gone
Been know to bounce some balls
My entourage, stay in charge
I could never camouflage ('flage)
Doggy do it extra large (large)
Coppin to a lesser charge (charge)
Paul Wall your next in charge, S is hard, reppin hard
Press 'em hard (what?), tech in core (what?)
Blast 'em like Nessie Mars (what? what?)
Yes a star, I'm a bad mother (mother, mother)
I'm the only rapper known by your grandmother
And your preacher and your teacher, ain't that a trip? (trip)
Moshi moshi acuagru ain't that a bitch? (biatch)
That's Japanese, little homie, you should learn to mingle (mingle)
See, Snoop Dogg is international and bilingual (lingual)
I'm in the game, got the fame and the money mayne (mayne)
And everybody know my motherfuckin name (name)

[Hook 1]

[Verse 3 - Paul Wall]
Uh huh, come on
Correct me if I'm wrong but God damn I'm fly
In my famous stars and straps, no suit, no tie
I got the heavy starch crease, so I'm sharp as an ice pick
I'm swangin and bangin and holdin grain like a vice grip
I'm high as a ceiling fan, I'm flyer than Superman
I'm hot as a frying pan, cause baby I'm the man
And I'm leanin like a kick stand, stackin up them grands
From T Wet to Batan, that wood grain up in my hand
Roll it up and pass it, as I cruise through traffic
Slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic
I'm superseedin my quota, out collectin these dimes
My speech slurred cause I'm leanin like a half passed nine
I'm tippin down on them craigers, I'm skatin like Darren Harper
With a trunk full of speakers beatin hard like Travis Barker
The money in the stash, paid for make stack
I'm swangin till the fo's clack, drinkin codeine extract

[Hook 2]

Paul Wall

Proudly hailing from Houston, Paul Slayden, better known as Paul Wall, is a rapper and entrepreneur. He has collaborated with many fellow Houston rappers, such as Slim Thug, RiFF RAFF, Chamillionaire and Kirko Bangz.

Paul started selling grills to local rappers in the Houston area before actually getting in the booth himself. He would go around selling the grills from the trunk of his car. He made a name for himself, and eventually went into business with infamous TV Johnny.

In 2001, he and Chamillionaire formed the group The Color Changing Click, and were poised to be the next big group out of Houston. Unfortunately, the two had a major falling out. No one knows exactly what caused the friction between the two artists, but they officially disbanded in 2005, which was the peak of hip-hop in Houston.