[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)
I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)
I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)
I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)
I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)
I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)
I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)
I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutter (Nutter)
A candy car strutter that be sittin' on butter
Comin' straight up out the gutter with the cartilage cutter
Man, what is that? The Chinese chopper that likes to st-st-stutter
What a fucked-up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario
Automatics in your face have you preparin' your burial (Hold up)
They tracin' the weapon after you scratch off the serial
Eat you up like cereal, there it is and there we go (There we go)
Some banditos ridin' off in the wind
And nigga, we got all your soft in your ends so don't pretend
Like this ain't what it was (Was) or we ain't what you say (Say)
I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in the day (Day)
Dance in the middle of the street in height of the traffic
Watch what you say when we meet 'cause they know might get your ass kicked (huh)
End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga
We cost like a foreign, but get respect like a classic, motherfucker!
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)
I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)
I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)
I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)
I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)
I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)
I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)
I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson
Choppin' up the slab, spokes turnin', bobbies searchin'
Shoppers splergin', caked-up 'cause my pockets swole
I'm callin' plays, pullin' broads, I just pick and roll
I'm from that Lone Star, tippin' dime that candy car
Get it shined on 59, lean and tuck I'll cut some more
Hoes wanna who we are, fathers wanna know what we got
Haters wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad 'cause they ain't hot
They ain't got the cash that I got, they don't know what my hood 'bout
They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambos that blaze the top
Countin' cash and stackin' knot, South victory, back to Scott
Crawlin' like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch
I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho
Rick boy, yeah that's fo' sho', breakin' em off, you already know
Drive slow like Kanye West, and Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh
A swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, We are the best
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)
I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)
I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)
I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)
I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)
I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)
I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)
I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)
