Got Plex lyrics

Artist  : Paul Wall 
Song : Got Plex



 Send "Got Plex" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (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 bitch 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 suckers 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 fuckin 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 - fuckin rappin 'bout it, be about
it

Got plex with the Mister, bitch come see me about
it (yeah)

Real gangsters don't talk about what they gon' do
ya

They just cock 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 niggaz 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
cockin



[Chorus - first half two times, then second half
two times]