Paul Wall - Got Plex lyrics

(feat. Archie Lee, Cootabang) Yuh, boys plexin When somebody, holdin plex We gon' let 'em know what it do though Knahmtalkinbout? Yuh [Chorus: Paul Wall] I'm stompin down on my Reebok white, rearview mirror jackers in sight Not to worry I fear no bite, I'm wired up and I'm ready to fight Got plex I got the pump, got plex I got the pump Got plex I got the pump, what it do, that's what's up [Paul Wall] Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wet But not to fear I'm totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American Express I never leave home without the heater, I'm strapped up like a straightjacket I'm certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccup Bend the corner b**h move around, I'll know ya head right by ya edge-up Seen ya straight to {?}, emergency room, ICU And have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tube Why these s**ers eyein me, you don't wanna be tryin me Keep on lookin at me strange, I'ma have you seein siamese Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play Keep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you lay [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times] [Archie Lee] I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-ly Sayin you gon' hold me, you gon' have to show me Draped in all black so I can stay low key So when they ask who done it won't nobody know me The whole f**in H-Town, that's my hood I'ma put in they face so they can get it understood Mister master Archie Lee but you can call me Hollyhood I could cap on down, but I'ma keep it hood Check it out - f**in rappin 'bout it, be about it Got plex with the Mister, b**h come see me about it (yeah) Real gangsters don't talk about what they gon' do ya They just co*k the hammer back and let them slugs fly through ya [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times] [Cootabang] If it's plex that ya holdin the gat attached I expose it And explode the flesh off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shoulders Homey who's takin over with soldiers, they can't control us They ain't understandin my motives, hold up pop the trunk and show us Artillery digger make you say shiver me timbers I'm off of the chain especially off Hennessy liquor It's Coot-banger, number one suspect for danger You n***az can be decoded but the tec'll make you famous I'm out there SwishaHouse with Archie and Paul Got plex, then it's a mess you'll be too wet for a towel You'll be the color I'm reppin, that's what's poppin If you think you heard the weapon, that's Coot B co*kin [Chorus - first half two times, then second half two times]