Paul Wall (born Paul Slayton on March 30, 1980) is an American rapper, DJ, … Read Full Bio ↴Paul Wall (born Paul Slayton on March 30, 1980) is an American rapper, DJ, and promoter from Houston, Texas. Notable as one of the few successful white Southern rappers, Slayton is affiliated with Swishahouse Records, formerly Swisha Blast Records. Slayton is a graduate of Jersey Village High School and studied mass communications at the University of Houston for three years. Paul Wall was originally one-half of Houston power duo The Color Changin' Click, alongside long-time partner (and now estranged acquaintance) Chamillionaire in 1998.

Wall's first music industry exposure came as a street team member on the Northwest side of Houston, promoting southern artists such as T.I. and labels like Cash Money and The New No Limit. He is also an accomplished and proficient mixtape and party DJ, known for producing mixtapes in the now-well-known screwed & chopped style, which was invented by the late DJ Screw. While he has recently stated on record that South LE. (in Houston's southside) is his base of operations, it is not the neighborhood that Paul Wall is actually from. Paul Wall has claimed several such neighborhoods over his career, starting with De Soto in Acres Homes (his original home neighborhood), then switching to Gulf Bank (also in Acres Homes).

Paul Wall, Chamillionaire and Jon Higgins were originally affiliated with Swishahouse Records, but left for Paid in Full Records a short time later. After several mixtape and independent releases, including the critically acclaimed 'Get Ya Mind Correct', the two parted ways on bad terms. Chamillionaire continued to release independent records, while Paul Wall returned to the Swishahouse fold. This move allowed him to appear on Mike Jones' first commercially distributed single, "Still Tippin'", from his first major label album 'Who Is Mike Jones?'.

His major label debut, 'The People's Champ', has produced a lead single, "Sittin' Sidewayz", which is receiving national radio and television play. In August, 2005, rumors began to circulate that Paul Wall and Chamillionaire had settled any differences that remained between them, and are again on good terms with one another. Paul Wall also appeared with GLC on the song "Drive Slow" on Kanye West's second solo album, 'Late Registration'.

Paul Wall is the owner and proprietor of TV Jewelry in Houston. The store specializes in the production of grills, silver, gold, or platinum caps and diamond inlays (usually princess-cut diamonds). Grills have become a growing trend in rap culture and have even influenced its own song. "Grillz", by Nelly featuring Paul Wall along with other artists, where at one point Paul raps "Call me George Foreman 'cause I'm sellin' everybody grillz.)

Oh No Feat. Trae
Paul Wall Lyrics

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[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of “Oh No” by Paul Wall ft. Trae describe their lives as gangsta rappers in Texas. They are proud of their car, known as a “slab” which has twenty-two-inch wheels and a dropped top with the tendency to sparkle screens. They also mention that they “live like Gs” but still have to be careful and lay low. They carry heat under their seats and hate for the ‘boppers’, while also dealing with the hate and envy from their success. They remain cautious of shady tow-trucks and jump-out boys waiting to pounce. They also mention that it’s not just about money and fame, it’s also about staying vigilant and protecting themselves from those who may want to harm them. Overall, this is a song about their pride in being from Texas and being a part of the gangsta rap culture, yet recognizing the dangers that come with their lifestyle.

Line by Line Meaning

Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
The Texas boys are rolling in a four-door car, causing chaos and havoc wherever they go.

Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
The top of the car is down, and the car is driving slowly on 84-inch rims.

Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
If anyone tries to steal my car, they better think twice because I won't allow it.

My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
I have a gun hidden under my seat, and I don't trust or care for these women.

Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
I live like a gangster or thug, but I have to be careful and stay out of sight.

Five percent or ten, but still my screens goin' glow
I have tinted windows, but my screens are still shining brightly.

These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
I have haters trying to bring me down and women trying to pursue me.

Every time I come round the corner
Whenever I turn a corner or arrive on the scene,

I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust
I come from a place where there are endless possibilities and we trust in God.

But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust
Despite the opportunities, I am paranoid and disgusted by the haters around me.

I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
When my car is parked, I am constantly checking my side mirrors for any suspicious activity.

It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
When it's dark outside, my car becomes a target for thieves or people looking to cause trouble.

Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
People assume I am drunk, so I am not in my right mind.

But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coat
I have 17 weapons hidden in my coat as a precaution against anyone who tries to harm me.

See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus
I walk through the parking lot with confidence, wearing shoes with 22-inch rims.

It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust
It is essential that I leave all the haters behind and not let them get to me.

Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
Police officers are waiting for me to make a mistake or slip up while driving.

I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
I am not worried about anything because I have more than just the steering wheel to hold onto (i.e., weapons).

Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
People are trying to steal my car using tow trucks, but they are not very good at it.

But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
If anyone tries to mess with me in South Lee, they will end up in a dangerous situation.

They got my purple people eater once, the next day
Someone managed to steal my car once, but the next day, I bought a new car and customized it.

I bought a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts
I was able to pay for a Range Rover and new rims in cash, thanks to my success.

I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch
I haven't had to worry about money for months, and I am now treating the people who doubted or disliked me to lunch.

Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch
Paul Wall and Trae are working together to make a mark on their enemies.

When I flip in my slab
When I start driving my car,

I'm fin to beat they back off, like I was legs
I am going to scare off anyone who tries to mess with me, like I was using my legs to kick them away.

Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
My car sits low and has tinted windows with chrome rims, and I will maintain my gangster image until the end of my life.

I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
My music will be so loud that it will intimidate and diminish the haters around me.

Blue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
My car is blue with gray rims, and it has six televisions on the side of it.

They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
People are jealous of the fact that my car is shining and that my fifth wheel is rolling down the block.

But if one of these haters, wanna jack me
If anyone wants to steal my car,

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

I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain
I am unpredictable and dangerous, and my car is making a lasting impression on everyone around me.

And I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
I am infamous for causing trouble in Texas, and I hold onto the steering wheel tightly (i.e., gripping on grain).

Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South
I will always be living the pimp life and cruising through the Southern states with my car's 84-inch rims.

Grilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
I am showing off my grill and diamonds in my mouth to the women who are looking at me through my tinted windows.

They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right past em
People are staring at my teeth when I speed past them, and they look foolish doing it.

Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
Some of these women are up to no good and are trying to set me up to get my car stolen.

But not today, cause Trae goin' be flipping on top of his game
Today, I am not going to let anyone catch me off guard or out of my element because I am on top of my game.

We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me man
I am moving with a group of people who are as dangerous and unpredictable as I am, and nothing can stop us.

When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed
When I am driving my car alone, it is likely that I will do something reckless or dangerous.

And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost
If anyone tries to compete with me or challenge me, they will get lost or left behind.

Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming round the corner
Clear the way for our group when we are coming around the corner in our four-door car.

These haters are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
The haters will not be able to keep up with me because I will drop the top of my car whenever I feel like it.

I know these jackers, better think before they reach out and touch
I understand that there are people who want to steal my car, so they had better think twice before trying to do so.

Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch
In the back of my car is a group of people who are ready and willing to fight for me.

I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
I am aware that people are trying to catch me off guard, but they do not know what I am capable of doing.

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

Mo' money mo' problems man, the legend is true
Having more money can lead to more problems, and this is a true statement.

You better stay up on your toes, when you ride 22's
If you have 22-inch rims on your car, you need to be aware and careful of your surroundings.

I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back
I am carrying a gun with me at all times, and I am constantly aware of my surroundings.

Cause on my block, them jackers don't give a damn if I rap
Where I come from, the people who want to steal my car do not care who I am or what I do for a living.

People see me being friendly, and they think that I'm soft
When people see me being nice or friendly, they assume that I am weak or not dangerous.

But the truth is, my best friend is a sawed off
However, the truth is that I am not to be messed with, and my closest companion is a sawed-off shotgun.

These haters in my mix, got me losing composure
The haters around me are causing me to become angry, frustrated, and challenged.

But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw
If any of these people try to come closer to me, it will not be a peaceful or acceptable situation.

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