Dig These Blues

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Paul Wall] Balling I'ma break the struts Leather plush, that's butter guts Trunk lift from remote touch In a bumper drop, just like my nuts On your chin, once again I'm back again, for the win Flawless carrot cut, on the grin Mr. Cartoon inked the skin Mr. Johnny Dang iced me up If you ask the price, it'll hurt your feelings I earned it all, yeah, no stealing Drinking problem, so I'm ice grilling No feelings, involved Never change, just evolve Big boss, that shot call Bleach white, on the white Wall No black magic or armor all Pimping wheel, got a special mix Rest in peace to Big Mix, broke 'em off, they gon' need a fix Call thе flatbed, they need a lift They gon' need a toе I'm on my toes No love fo hoes, fo shit show [Chorus: Big Tonka & Paul Wall] I'm 'bout to make them dig these blues Dig these blues Dig these blues Make them dig these blues Dig these blues Dig these blues [Verse 2: Paul Wall] Cadillac, with extra drip Three of them, that's a triple threat Had Eddie paint them all triple wet Trunk wave, that's a ripple effect Simple as that, I'm a head turner Bending corners, they rubbernecking Act an ass, I'm showing naked I'm first place and second Houston Texas, that's what I'm repping Wide swanging, bumper hanging Old school, rather ancient Had the Lincoln and that was color changing Make the payment, cash me out Catch me out there breaking necks I'ma break 'em off, so place your bets When I'm gone, I'll leave the whole pavement wet Chase the check, that's what I do So what it do? Where it's at? Got a big bag like I overpacked Trunk cracked, I'ma swang the lac Step back, while I work the wheel Showing skill, I'ma handle mine All real at all times I put it down, so dig these blues [Chorus: Big Tonka & Paul Wall] I'm 'bout to make them dig these blues Dig these blues Dig these blues Make them dig these blues Dig these blues Dig these blues