Sippin' Tha Barre

Sippin' Tha Barre Lyrics [Chorus:] Sippin' tha barre Grippin' tha grain I got 17 karats in my piece and chain [repeat 4x] [Verse 1:] Now open a map and take a trip down south Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House It's the land of the trill I'm coming live from the block I got my mind on my hustle I'm tyrna make it to the top So I put in work and stack at night Determination is all I got On the grind I scheme and plot Whatever it takes to raise my stock I'm breaking bread out here trying to survive I'm under water with these sharks praying that I stay alive I'm putting up numbers like Garnet on that 610 south Ain't nothing soft about my block except the packs of the south This here's that Peoples Champ talk It's the expressions of a G And I'ma be chasing after them g's until I R.I.P. Its Paul Wall baby What it do? Been banging Screw since '92 Fat Pat n Lil Kee Kee, Phunky Hawk and the rest of the crew So who's next with the plex? I'm flipping slab and waving hood With screens hanging down from the roof I'm ballin' like a true playa should, I'mâ?¦ [Chorus x4] [Verse 2:] They got you thinking Houston Texas the home of David Carr But really its candy paint playas sippin' on barre Come take a ride wit a star straight outta that lone star state Where Michael Watts trained and told me I gotta hold my weight That motivation is the key when you moving them keys Entrepreneurs up in the game outta the 713 See one of the keys to my success I switched up like Greg Mattix While maintaining my composure to become one of the baddest I stick to the G-code in my Algiers clothes While I'm tippin' on 4 4 's with these suicide doors I buy dro and pour a 4 for my dogs that died in the past Praying to God I stay afloat just to make this hustle last Its prime time I'm obeying the laws While my life is on trial I'm tryna knockout piece and chain and throw some ice on my smile Its all work and no play I'm out here punching that clock Its hustle mania out here grinding on the block I'm tryna ball baby [Chorus x4] [Verse 3:] From the third coast trenches where the killers don't think Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink These lil cowards tryna assassinate the character of a G But I'm squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me Its G's up and marks down when I'm making my round I'm up in NYC with Dipset and we shutting it down Shouts out to King and Martin holding it down in the low post While I'm on the block grinding tryna hold my post I'm glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste I'm iced out like frozen food Sippin' on the ski taste I'm over time on that grind It ain't no time for playing games That's why I hustle 25/8 accumulating this change I got them diamonds up against that wood grippin' grain and sippin' good Hustle Time that's my hood getting money is understood I'm on the hustle baby all night and all day 100 thee up in my safe It's safe to say that boy is paid [Chorus x5] --- Sippin' tha Barre - Paul Wall