Paul Wall - My Pack Tha Loudest lyrics

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Paul Wall - My Pack Tha Loudest lyrics

[Intro: BeatKing] Hooh, hold up hold up Yuuh Zilla, Zilla Baby Bash what it do fool? My pack the loudest, my pack the loudest [Hook: BeatKing] My pack the loudest, my pack the loudest Throw that paper, I throw more bread Let them bands touch your forhead My pack the loudest, my pack the loudest Throw that paper, I throw more bread Let them bands touch your forhead My pack the loudest, my pack the loudest My pack the loudest, my pack the loudest Got the loud pack, I'm flexin' 20 b**hes in my section Got the loud pack, I'm flexin' 20 b**hes in my section [Verse 1: Paul Wall] Smokin' the loudest, high power, nothin' for cowards Organic flower, fresh as a shower, high as a tower Roll it up tight, pa** me a light I'm smokin alike, I don't do no white Just that purple and green all night Smokers unite, feelin' so right Blow like the breeze, I'm high as a kite b**h I'm lit up like a story night Leanin slight, [?] Another dab I just might Gold leaves back to back, pack full of that satellite Inhale, exhale, follow your nose, you know the smell I just smoke it, I don't sell, legalize or go to hell [?], I got loud packs rolled up Mane hold up, I'm gettin' throwed till I throw up [Hook] [Verse 2: Slim Thug] Ay my pack the loudest and I'm the proudest Cause everywhere when I light it up, n***as is smilin' b**hes is wildin', havin' a great time Smokin' and takin' them shots, then it's play time Security is hatin', whole section lit Bunch of bad b**hes and kush clouds in this b**h f**ed up but f** it let me take another hit Drunk as f** but f** it let me take another sip Whole team ville, b**h this boss life Ten 10's in my section, that's a off night On Patron and Sprite, plus I'm high as a kite Me, Paul and Bash got that motherf**in' gas [Hook] [Verse 3: Baby Bash] My packs be overloadin', hell yeah that boy be holdin' Exotic flavor smokin', chokin' on potent, dopin' That Cherry Pie don't ever lie, my waitress hella high Got a bad one rollin' with RAW papers, name on Hellica You off the best from the west, no stress, uh uh just call the king You want to jug on all this good but bruh this politics My packs be roarin' loud, rockin' arenas In the DJ booth, only dab, I do come straight from the greenest [Hook]

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