How Gangstas Roll

[Chorus: Paul Wall & Crys Wall] You could catch me ridin' in the Lac, top down, seat back Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed (I'm throwed) Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed (I'm blowed) Any day of the week, new grill, new piece From my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold) New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side Man That's how gangstas roll (That's how gangstas roll) [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I'm higher than a top flite, throwed like a splitter My pockets keep gettin' bigger cuz I'm one bad figure Boppas n gold diggaz on the track at work I'm hurtin' feelings in the Benz wit a deuce and a squirt I'm a fillibuster for hustlaz invadin' them mark bustaz Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp Swangin' and woodworkin' convertin' this closed curtains For certain, I betta not spill no purple drank on my shirt I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin' paper chasin Deez boyz is steady hatin', so this pistol I'm embracin' Dat Lac is so amazin' when the elbows is skatin' Cranker wires and vogue tires, one hell of collaboration Amos, Farris n Slaton, we Jordan, Jackson and Pippen Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin' Neva been caught slippin' cuz dat Glock I hold Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on [Chorus] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] Comin' down in a candy Lac, old skool Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool Tippin' paint, drippin' wet like a pool Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels Rumor is dat dem jackers on da sideline schemin' and plottin' But my mind on dem boppaz if I spot'em I got'em I got slabs, I got foreigns wit the seats all plush I got brandy wine gloss, baby please don't touch I got 20's, I got 4's, I got screens and such Boppaz yappin' cuz they say I tend to cap too much I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp Headlights on my ear when the night get dark White ones on my toes, brand new out the box Interior decoratin' the watch, I'm connectin' the dots I got stocks, I got money, that's a fat billfold Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on [Chorus] [Verse 3: Paul Wall] Hatin' is so contagious these days, there's no cure This new outbreak in Houston is out of hand for sure These boyz is steady lyin', my money is multiplyin' Look close there's no denyin' them boyz softer than fur Killa kush smoke I blow as the lungs inhale Gangsta leanin' on dat oil, I got a story to tell Lawz trippin' when they see me askin' "what's that smell" Raw fed exed me some X pills we call it e-mail Lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it Steady breakin' boys off, 5 karats in earlobes Givin' somethin' that you can feel, my swangin's is En Vogue I'm too cool for school, all work no play Impeccable with this pen, I got somethin' to say My repertoire is throwed, I follow tha G code Let me tell ya how I roll, come on [Chorus]