Artist: Z-Ro f/ Chamillionaire, Paul Wall Album: Heroin Song: Denzel Washington Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] Don't try to knock the hustle, cause you just wasting your time I'm cooler, than Denzel Washington with mine I know I'm a playa, (I know I'm a playa) I know I'm a money making playa, so playa Don't try to knock the hustle, cause you just wasting your time I'm cooler, than Denzel Washington with mine I know I'm a playa, (I know I'm a playa) I know I'm playa so you haters, you're just wasting your time [Chamillionaire] I keep the wallet with the wads, so I'm riding with the noise Plus the clip is fully loaded, as the inside of my garage (cars) Look at all my broads, if you're trying to see the stars Find me, and you gon' feel like you done found your way to Mars Keep the paper punctuated, yeah that's the new philosophy A G I gotta be, on top of that like an apostrophe Fame must of got to me, confidence has got to be I autographed myself, write a check and make it out to me Beggers can't be choosers, go and get a ruler Chain extra long, like Wilt Chamberlain's majula Other known as Koopa, ain't nobody cooler Brain is a thang, then she love to be my tutor She loving my cologne, recognize the odor Must of smelled money, Ben Franklin's what I told her Pistol I'm a toter, big swangas on my roller So they talking about my money, in the city like promotors hol' up [Hook] [Z-Ro] I'm a thug so, my criminal record ain't clean That's why I'm paranoid, around police I'ma superstar, but I'm still street I got the gun under my seat, so don't agitate me In the blink of an E-Y-E, you will become a memory mayn I will never have my gun on safety Cause I been feeling the strangest feeling lately (chasing money, you know them haters hate it) The 300 is cool, but I want Mercedes It ain't nothing fraudulent about me Five-deuce, Hoover C-R-I-P (and can't no woman, get no money out of me) Unless it's Grandma Dorothy, or Auntie I still represent S.U.C. (and I'ma hold it down, for Chamilitary) When I meet up with 2Pac, and Pimp C And when I'm gone, they gon' still remember me [Hook] [Paul Wall] My grill got stripes, and my belt got notches From I-10 grinding, now the money stacked in boxes The block is obnoxious, the boppers on ball sacks Haters trying to start shit, like duck-a-lacs Skin covered all up in tats, dead presidents powder stacks Haters dress like jumping jacks, if you getting money congrats See me, I grind hard no break dance Till they get us, we got scripts like a movie cast I rep my city my hood, and my block And I'm representing Texas, till they lay me in that box Knots on paper stacking, and candy apple red I'm a playa with mine, but I get gangsta bout my bread don't try to trip [Hook]