Turn Around The Magic Table Lyrics
High up in the mountains An old man used to live He prophesied the future Long before it had occured He told them their end And he told them their future But nobody gave a damn They just called him a fool Under the sign of the cross He fulfilled their eager wishes Greedy like hungry wolves They never saw the end STEP IN TO THE WORLD OF DANGER BESIDE THE GOOD WE ALL NOW TURN AROUND THE MAGIC TABLE NOTHING WILL BE AS IT WAS BEFORE The humans being blinded By his own damned desires Being better than the others Not second best


[Chamillionaire]

Listen..

They say rapping's a waste of knowledge

"Take ya ass to college"

Now they broke ass call us

Tryin to ask for dollars

Sittin behing glass Impala's

High class Impala's

I make two cash deposits everytime I pass the closet

If niggas lookin for the grands

The grands can be spotted

Chamillions the man

He got it in his hand of wallet

Ain't no If's, And's, about it

"That man's the hottest"

I accedently spent five grand

Cause man, we ballas

We don't shop at Family Dollars

If your ice is fake?

If you ask me for a verse

I make my price inflate

We still ghetto, lookin for some metal mics to break

I'm still hangin around a hood, like a liscense plate

I'm not cappin, cause trust me

You'll know when I'm cappin

When I pull out that gat

And you hear that thang click-clackin

You hear what that boy said?

Don't be a hard head

Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread



[Chorus]

Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?)

Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine

(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs

Get off of youe behind and go Grind)

Yeaaaaah

there's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time

Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind

(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine?

Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)

Yeaaaaah



[Paul Wall]



They say stuntin's a waste of money

"Man, invest it in stocks"

Now they homeless and out of work

Ever since Enron flopped

Have a hustle for every season

That's the Babeoulous way

Mo money underneath my mattress

Then you have in your safe

When money slow up? Make a different hustle blow up

Alotta cats older then me, but they ain't never grow up

Boys hit a couple of licks, buy some kicks and they quit

I ain't hustlin for a fifth, I'm on the grind to get rich

I ain't gone lie, I got lazy making fifty a week

But when that fifty sunk to ten I woke up out of my sleep

I don't ompete with other ballers

I inspire myself

Self-Emplyed, I could write a check

And hire myself

I admire myself, with a set of Slabs, salute

All courtisey of my underground, mass of loot

It don't matter what it cost, just grab some loot

I'll earn it back before your class is through..

It's goin down



[Chorus]

Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?)

Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine

(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs

Get off of youe behind and go Grind)

Yeaaaaah

there's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time

Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind

(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine?

Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)

Yeaaaaah



[Chamillionaire]

Listen..

They say our album just dropped

And we ain't proved a thing

Look at the Sound Scan scannin

Tell us who's the King

Okay, if we don't hit Top 100 on Billboards

We still gone feel joy, 50 hundreds in Bills boy

We Runnin Houton streets, so you can say we RoadRunners

You better hide your deer, like we was Doe Hunters

Never made doe from a dealer, I'm no dope runna

But I intercept chips like a kick from a slow punta

HUT ONE! HUT TWO! - We comin' through, what it do?

Direspecting that Houston, Texas Underground? What a fool

It's okay if you DeeJay's don't give us Radio play

We tell the streets to go get our CD today, they obey

Underground CD sella, Hundred Thousand or betta

But I'm not in this game to get a Grammy letta or metal

Just tryin to make alot of chedda, Mirror Mirror on the wall

Can you tell us who really ball? "Chamillion and Paul Wall"



[Chorus X2]

Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?)

Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine

(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs

Get off of youe behind and go Grind)

Yeaaaaah

there's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time

Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind

(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine?

Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)

Yeaaaaah