Oh No
Paul Wall Lyrics


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Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens goin' glow
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
Every time I come round the corner

I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust
But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus
It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my purple people eater once, the next day
I bought a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch

Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens goin' glow
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
Every time I come round the corner

When I flip in my slab
I'm fin to beat they back off, like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
Blue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
But if one of these haters, wanna jack me
Slugs goin' be flying, out the glock
I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South
Grilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right past em
'Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
But not today, 'cause Trae goin' be flipping on top of his game
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me man
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost

Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens goin' glow
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
Every time I come round the corner

Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming round the corner
These haters are goners, 'cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better think before they reach out and touch
'Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch
I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it man
With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain

Mo' money mo' problems man, the legend is true
You better stay up on your toes, when you ride 22's
I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back
'Cause on my block, them jackers don't give a damn if I rap
People see me being friendly, and they think that I'm soft
But the truth is, my best friend is a sawed off
These haters in my mix, got me losing composure
But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw

Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens goin' glow




These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
Every time I come round the corner

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Oh No" by Paul Wall describe the rapper's attitude as a Texas boy driving a "slab" – a slang term for a customized car – with a top that fell out, crawling on 84-inch rims, in a dangerous area full of haters and jackers. With his heat under his seat, Paul Wall is living the G lifestyle, but he still has to lay low to avoid being caught, and his screens are still glowing no matter how much he tints his windows. Meanwhile, the haters are trying to mix in his business, and the boppers want a piece of him. Still, Paul Wall is ready to take them on, but he stays always alert, knowing that the price of success is staying ahead of his rivals.


The lyrics of "Oh No" paint a clear picture of Paul Wall's life in Houston, Texas, where crime and gang violence are part of everyday life. He describes himself as one of the "Texas boys," who are proud of their roots and their "slabs," which are a symbol of success and status in the community. However, he is also aware of the danger around him, especially when he is driving in his car, which makes him a target for robbers and killers. Despite this, Paul Wall remains confident and unafraid, ready to defend his turf and his reputation as a G, no matter what.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
I see those guys from Texas riding in their car and making loud noises.


Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
The roof of the convertible car is down, and it is slowly moving on its 84-inch rims.


Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
If you plan on stealing my car, you better think again.


My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
I have a weapon hidden under my seat, and I don't have any affection for these promiscuous women.


Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
I am living like a gangsta, but I still have to be careful and avoid attracting unwanted attention.


Five percent or ten, but still my screens goin' glow
My car windows have a tint of either five or ten percent, but my screens are still glowing and showing off.


These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
These people who dislike me are interfering with me, and these women are pursuing me.


Every time I come round the corner
Whenever I turn the corner while driving my car.


I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust
I am from the United States, a country that values its people's opportunities and trusts in God.


But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust
However, these people who dislike me are making me anxious and disgusted.


I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
I am examining my side mirrors when my car is stopped and parked.


It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
It is late at night, and my car is a new target for thieves.


Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
People are assuming that I have been drinking, so I am seen as being unfocused and offbeat.


But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coat
But I have seventeen hidden weapons inside my coat in case of danger.


See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus
They see me walking confidently through the parking lot, wearing 22-inch rims on my shoes.


It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust
It is essential for me to leave all the people who dislike me behind and move forward.


Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
The police are waiting and hoping to catch me doing something illegal.


I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
I am not worried, as I am not only holding the steering wheel, but also a gun.


Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
People are trying to steal my car using tow trucks, thinking they are smart.


But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
If they come to South Lee, they will end up in a disastrous situation.


They got my purple people eater once, the next day
They once stole my purple car, but the next day I purchased a Range Rover with cash and new wheels.


I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch
I have been walking rather than driving for the past few months, and I am now ready to flaunt my success by treating my detractors to lunch.


Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch
Paul Wall and Trae are working together and delivering a powerful punch both musically and commercially.


When I flip in my slab
When I turn around in my car.


I'm fin to beat they back off, like I was legs
I am ready to aggressively fight off my detractors, most likely with my pistol.


Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
I am sitting low in my car, which is covered in a dark tint and shiny chrome. I am living like a gangsta until the end of my days.


I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
I am about to put the people who dislike me in their place while my car's trunk is open and moving in time with the music.


Blue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
My car is painted blue and gray, and I have six televisions on the side of my vehicle, proudly showcasing my possessions.


They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
They do not like that I am visible, riding through the streets with my spare tire lowered and spinning as I move along.


But if one of these haters, wanna jack me
But if one of these people who dislike me wants to rob me...


Slugs goin' be flying, out the glock
I will defend myself by firing bullets from my gun.


I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain
I have a penchant for clicking my gun for no reason, and this season my car is causing people to become fragmented and distressed.


And I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
I am well-known for engaging in reckless behavior while in Texas. I typically drive while holding onto my steering wheel tightly.


Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South
I will always be a pimp, driving a car with 84-inch rims and showing off throughout the southern part of the United States.


Grilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
I am teasing and flirting with attractive women through my car's tinted windows while showing off my diamond dental jewelry.


They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right past em
They are staring at me with open mouths, appearing silly when I speed past them.


'Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
Because some of the women around me are unscrupulous and act as bait for thieves.


But not today, 'cause Trae goin' be flipping on top of his game
However, today, Trae is performing at his best and is not susceptible to being tricked.


We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me man
I am surrounded by strong and aggressive people who are fighting boldly, and no one can prevent me from succeeding.


When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed
When I am driving my car alone, my car is sure to be admired and cause a commotion.


And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost
If you are attempting to compete with me, you will undoubtedly fail and become lost or confused.


Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming round the corner
Clear a path for my group when we turn the corner in our car.


These haters are goners, 'cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
These people who dislike me are going to fail because I will open my convertible top at my leisure and enjoy myself.


I know these jackers, better think before they reach out and touch
I am aware that robbers are watching me, and they should think twice before approaching me.


'Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch
Because in the back of my car is a large vehicle that is full of violent people who are ready to fight.


I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
I am aware that they are seeking to rob me, but they are unaware that I am carrying a weapon.


I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
I open my car's trunk and roll through the neighborhood while listening to Slow Loud And Bangin'.


Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it man
Trae and Paul Wall have a goal and are working hard to achieve it, and cannot be stopped.


With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain
With my one hand holding my gun in the driver's seat and my other hand gripping the steering wheel tightly.


Mo' money mo' problems man, the legend is true
Having more money often means having more problems, and this is a well-known fact.


You better stay up on your toes, when you ride 22's
You had better be vigilant when driving on 22-inch rims, as it can be dangerous.


I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back
I am carrying a concealed weapon with me everywhere I go, and I am constantly on high alert.


'Cause on my block, them jackers don't give a damn if I rap
Because in my community, robbers and thieves do not care if I am a famous musician.


People see me being friendly, and they think that I'm soft
People perceive me as being weak when they see me being kind and polite to others.


But the truth is, my best friend is a sawed off
But in reality, my closest ally is my sawed-off shotgun.


These haters in my mix, got me losing composure
These people who dislike me are causing me to become agitated and lose my cool.


But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw
But if they get too close to me, things are going to get violent and messy quickly.




Lyrics © Royalty Network
Written by: Frazier Othel Thompson III, Paul Michael Slayton, Hakeem Seriki, Quincy Whetstone

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Comments from YouTube:

Major Raptor

Found the song randomly. Real classic rap, I like it

J Nvm

That's dat H-town boi 👿🤘

Mrmaurice White

U missing ALOT lol

gretchy601

I keep clickin on the chick magnet suggestions and keep gettin reminded of how many tight songs was on this cd.This prolly Paul Walls best solo effort... back when he was still regional

kristp05

insane track!!!!

Valter Serdetšnõi

Chick Magnet is defo Paul's best album.

Rick Rude

Trae goes hard on this bitch!!! If you have Texan pride check out the most underrated rapper in Houston.... Willie D...... Willie Dennis is the hardest track ever...

big973e

@gretchy601 this is after he and chamill broke up so if you wanna hear the original version you gotta go listen to trae's losing composure's version

Sam Wever

Best Album? Wait!

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