Перевод песни Paul Wall – Get Your Paper Up

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Ay go on, salute me I don't flip, never that
See I know how to get it, I know where the money at Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up Hey seein' me Ridin' fresh out the paint, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse spokesman
I'm crushing all competition like a coke can
I'm with that Damon Jones Mix-O and Black Lac
In that Lac with the trunk cracked
I'm swingin' until the swingers click
I'm back, I'm stuntin', comin' down on gold tires
I'm on the block, holdin' it down like some
I keep the swingers pokin'
I got the windows open, white cup with somethin' potent
Woodwheel still what I'm chokin'
I'm on that Antwaan with Lou, Hawk, and Freddie
This smell of is makin' their heads bop, that's my job
My mind's on stackin' on what, these boys out here chasin' broads
Look close it's no mirage, I got somethin' ballin'
I'm on the block holdin' posts like Jermaine O' Neal
No ice grill, just cold steel, that's a gangsta grill
I'm down for that drama so I'm known to pack a cannon
A sharp seein' hittin' targets like Peyton Manning
And you can catch me in the hood like a liquor store
Roll the dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6−8, I'm 10−4
I got that Tish from black, that tip got my back
I put them elbows under the Lac, and know they plottin' ta jack
Boppers don't know how to act, I'm leanin' back and countin' stacks
Postin' up on big wheels, still tippin' lax
I'm out here chasin' banks
Breakin' bread and sippin'
Accumulating my Benz taste, my mind straight, and my paper chase
My vision's nocturnal so I'm grindin' all night
I gotta cup that's rather purple, so it's oil and it's Sprite
I got some partners in the cage, I be shootin' them kites
Them other guys is all hype, tell them suckas take a hike baby
You see these, you see them hundred spokes
I'm holdin' posts just one deep, ya get it? Coast to coast
I'm slabbin' candy drops, punchin' clocks and smashin' broads
I got money like Reggie Bush, my billboard got a lotta yards
I'm with that Poppa Joe, plus I got dro on the low
I keep the lean for a month or so But I'm back on it, I can't let go
I'm down with, we switchin'
Some of these boys ain't lastin', we still right here countin' cash