True
Wind and Walls Lyrics
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You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me every time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
The lyrics to Wind and Wall's song "True" are an assertion of the artist's authenticity and roots in the South. The opening lines suggest disregard for the materialistic displays of wealth by others, stating that they are "true" in spite of it. The lyrics also reference various local landmarks and neighborhoods, paying homage to the community and culture of the South, particularly Houston, Texas. The references to rappers such as T.I.P., Z-Ro, and Trae align the artist with the local hip hop scene, while also positioning him as an independent artist with his own label, Clover G's.
Throughout the song, the artist uses colloquialisms and slang commonly associated with Southern hip hop, such as "gripping grain," "popping trunk," and "homie." The chorus repeats the phrase "I'm true," emphasizing the importance of authenticity and staying true to oneself in a genre that often prioritizes image.
Overall, "True" can be seen as a celebration of Southern culture and a rejection of materialism in favor of authenticity and community.
Line by Line Meaning
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
I ignore what others talk about and remain true to myself
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
I also ride a swang and grip on grain
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
You're showcasing your candy-colored car and grooving to DJ Screw's music
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
I don't know about you, but I'm always true to myself
Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
Ignore what others are saying; we'll take care of our competition
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
We're having fun on Sundays in South Park on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
We're coming from Antoine street to Homestead
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
All is good from Mo City to Studewood
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
I'm in a platinum grey car riding with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
I'm going to put the convertible top down as it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
Haters are jealous of our success and talking about us from the sidelines
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
They're jealous because I'm with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
They know I'm prosperous, so they're tracking my money
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
Poppy, Joe, Fox, and I are all driving Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
I'm having food with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug, the boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
It is still me, Paul Wall, representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm with my friend Big Kaila, I don't hold back against haters
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
I'm focused on making money and will talk to you later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I don't care about what people say; I'm focused on my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby
I don't need to say that I'm true to myself because my actions speak for themselves
They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
When people say I'm the best, I ask them who, and they say me
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
If she's attractive, tell her I'm good, and she'll agree
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Increase the music volume if you want, our rims change colors
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
When I stop, they sound like a train saying choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
I'm also a gangster, and my firearm resembles Al Bundy's hand
Believe me every time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
Whenever you see me, a girl will be next to me
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
If I commit a felony and you confess, my firearm will also implicate you
'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
It will implicate you if the cops investigate the crime
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
Revive this mic, after it has melted, through mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
The only person who can challenge me musically is myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
I hope imposters online, who claim that I'm not good, read this
Have cyber sex with Cita until you catch a virus
Have a sexually explicit chat with Cita until you contract a computer virus
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
Why am I saying this? To anger my competition
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
I'm announcing myself as the official rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
When people say I'm the best, I ask who, and they say me
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
I disagree and prefer to grant the title of the greatest to DJ Screw who has passed away
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I define the pimp: I won't do anything without compensation
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
I own my label now, if you didn't know it's called Clover G's
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Will and I are chasing money and arrive in shiny chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Your royalty check is too small; it's like my monthly phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
I'm quick to take photos, and the paparazzi follow me often
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I'm a platinum artist, but I'll still slap someone who smokes all my marijuana
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
I love to drive fast on 20-inch wheels and impress ladies, who come home with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
Betraying people are scowling at me; they don't want me to use my firearm
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
We're opening our car trunks and smoking marijuana of high quality
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I made one million dollars last year, and am going to earn three million dollars this year
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
I deliver heat on every song; each verse is worth five thousand dollars
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
Just because I own a Porsche car doesn't mean I enjoy the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I own the car doesn't mean I cherish it; I'm ready to punch someone
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
Just because I burn rubber while driving doesn't mean I enjoy the smell of pavement
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
We're famous in every state and represent our ghetto origins like Pimp and Bun B did
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
In case you weren't aware, we're Lil' Flip and Chamill'
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REFORMATION MUSIC INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARK BELL, PAUL BIRCHALL, TIM BULLYMENT, LEO YOUNG
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
rea eed
Man this is amazing.
I like how you approach science in a more fun way without trying too hard and make it seem cringy.
Good job man
Lukas Brüderlin
indeed fun – but the actual explanations are missing this video
rea eed
@Lukas Brüderlin if you are going for a full scientific explanation, i guess this isn't the right place.
However, if you were going for a general understanding and not interested in the details, then his videos are good for that
MidgetMan 420
@rea eed This is more of demonstrator than educational piece
mia bettano
" HAVE LITTLE PATIENCE
FOR SCIENTISTS WHO TAKE
A BOARD OF WOOD. LOOK
FOR ITS THINNEST PART.
AND DRILL A GREAT
NUMBER OF HOLES WHEN
THE DRILLING IS EASY."
- ALBERT EINSTEIN, 1941
rea eed
@mia bettano sorry but I don't get it
courag1
The granite on your counter is constructed not as thick as you think, unless you have ordered it custom. The top is likely no more than 3/4” but the bulldozing on the edge gives the appearance that it is thicker. The tops is reinforced with usually 3/4” plywood to protect the granite from cracking.
Kt kT
Bull nosing
Classified Veteran
@Kt kT I was going to say, a bulldozer doesn't sound like the right tool for the job.
Now, I'm off to Wikipedia, to read up on bull nosing, whatever that is.
Kt kT
@Classified Veteran Your comment was, as they say, "On the Nose" in meaning. Just a trade term about stairs.