Lyrics
What it do?
Paul Wall, baby
Statik, what it do?
I'm workin' that wheel, packin' the steel, chasin' a mil'
Ice on the grill, house on the hill, makin' a deal
Ever since I was lil', I been rakin' the field
Takin' chances to advance the squad, lonely the trill
Mass appeal how I master skill, pass me my grill
Fast kill how the task fulfilled, stackin' my yield
Cash deal give me all the nil', then back to the teal
The last of the real, take out the trash, I'm back to reveal
Flippin' the kale, tippin' the scale, gettin' my mail
Dippin' the trail, makin' a sale, my stick never fails
Hammer up on the hip, but I ain't hittin' no nails
I'm hittin' licks legit, the Crip as well, the clique will prevail
Never fail, stiff, never frail, the chips never stale
I ship the bales everywhere, but my ship never sails
My schedule entails a whole lot of hustle
I'm puttin' puzzle pieces together
From woodland trails out to Brussels
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
Uh, I'm feelin' higher than an astronaut
Astronomical, aesthetic, I make a lot of art
My attire is satin and sapphire
Sacrilegious, I stash stones and sapphires
Diamond, ruby throne, you a movie clone
Fairy tales, fiction and falsehoods, but you be on
Hall of Fame hustlers, we in the books
Hit the kush and came with a cadence that left a hater cooked
Made you look, you want a song with me? That's a major look
Made the crooks runnin' with me and get you lames booked
I got a safe so big I need another safe to put inside my safe
Let these bullets fry your face
I light your ass up, Richard Pryor face
Put the pliers to your pearly whites, redesign your face
I'm in a higher space, gettin' higher every line I take
Find a lake and throw your body in it, that's my kind of day
We don't play, yeah
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
Well, I'm intuitively the dude that
You see whenever you ask for the boss
Covered in new jewelry, the two-fifty-three
And this rap shit, I pay the cost
If there's a loss, I won't be takin' it
That's not the way that I'm negotiatin' it
It's a fact, not fiction, I'm statin' it
To all you fake-ass niggas that's hatin' it
No debatin' it, not for discussion
Fuck over me, it's repercussions
Guarantee you haters I'm bustin'
AK-47 like I'm Russian
And I stand on top of the mountain, baby
Barefooted and I'm bossed up
And I'm packin' all of the dressing for your salad
So don't get it tossed up
What the fuck? Man, you already know
And Bun B, he make it steady though
And I wake up ready to go
So bitch, on your mark, get set, now ready, go
So go on and turn up your radio
And tune in to the smooth sounds
It's Paul Wall and Termanology
And Bun B put the grooves down
One for four, but you lose now
Not a little bit, but a whole lot
'Cause me and Paul and Term in the building
It's guaranteed to be a sure shot
Oh, in case that you forgot
Then let me make sure you remember
I'm not the gift with the gun you want under the tree
On the 25th of December
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
Paul Wall, baby
Statik, what it do?
I'm workin' that wheel, packin' the steel, chasin' a mil'
Ice on the grill, house on the hill, makin' a deal
Ever since I was lil', I been rakin' the field
Takin' chances to advance the squad, lonely the trill
Mass appeal how I master skill, pass me my grill
Fast kill how the task fulfilled, stackin' my yield
Cash deal give me all the nil', then back to the teal
The last of the real, take out the trash, I'm back to reveal
Flippin' the kale, tippin' the scale, gettin' my mail
Dippin' the trail, makin' a sale, my stick never fails
Hammer up on the hip, but I ain't hittin' no nails
I'm hittin' licks legit, the Crip as well, the clique will prevail
Never fail, stiff, never frail, the chips never stale
I ship the bales everywhere, but my ship never sails
My schedule entails a whole lot of hustle
I'm puttin' puzzle pieces together
From woodland trails out to Brussels
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
Uh, I'm feelin' higher than an astronaut
Astronomical, aesthetic, I make a lot of art
My attire is satin and sapphire
Sacrilegious, I stash stones and sapphires
Diamond, ruby throne, you a movie clone
Fairy tales, fiction and falsehoods, but you be on
Hall of Fame hustlers, we in the books
Hit the kush and came with a cadence that left a hater cooked
Made you look, you want a song with me? That's a major look
Made the crooks runnin' with me and get you lames booked
I got a safe so big I need another safe to put inside my safe
Let these bullets fry your face
I light your ass up, Richard Pryor face
Put the pliers to your pearly whites, redesign your face
I'm in a higher space, gettin' higher every line I take
Find a lake and throw your body in it, that's my kind of day
We don't play, yeah
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
Well, I'm intuitively the dude that
You see whenever you ask for the boss
Covered in new jewelry, the two-fifty-three
And this rap shit, I pay the cost
If there's a loss, I won't be takin' it
That's not the way that I'm negotiatin' it
It's a fact, not fiction, I'm statin' it
To all you fake-ass niggas that's hatin' it
No debatin' it, not for discussion
Fuck over me, it's repercussions
Guarantee you haters I'm bustin'
AK-47 like I'm Russian
And I stand on top of the mountain, baby
Barefooted and I'm bossed up
And I'm packin' all of the dressing for your salad
So don't get it tossed up
What the fuck? Man, you already know
And Bun B, he make it steady though
And I wake up ready to go
So bitch, on your mark, get set, now ready, go
So go on and turn up your radio
And tune in to the smooth sounds
It's Paul Wall and Termanology
And Bun B put the grooves down
One for four, but you lose now
Not a little bit, but a whole lot
'Cause me and Paul and Term in the building
It's guaranteed to be a sure shot
Oh, in case that you forgot
Then let me make sure you remember
I'm not the gift with the gun you want under the tree
On the 25th of December
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want
The feelin', a higher
If you rule, what I want