Po Up Poet lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Hook]
Please point me to the money
They call me the Po Up Poet
Please point me to the money

[Verse 1]
If it ain't muddy don't po' it
They call me the Po Up Poet
Just made a ticket time to blow it
I'm getting blowed off that Fillmore
Straight out the Bay I got that real smoke
I got a connect that's somebody you don't know
Big Moe got me moving real slow
I got the Snoop Dogg rolled up
They better bury me with a cold cup
I got the Screw Juice on deck
If it ain't purple partner hold up

[Hook]
Please point me to the money
They call me the Po Up Poet
Please point me to the money

[Verse 2]
They call me Mr. Muddy
Don't call me with no f*ck sh*t
Unless you're trying to come and f*ck me
But f*ck that hatin'
Where the weed at
My work uniform is all black
I'm getting money so my haters back
I got that Texas T on tap
They tappin' phones better talking cold
Cold red homie slow yo' row
So I'm rollin' now zonin' bro
Slowly leanin' trying to cure my cold
[Hook]
Please point me to the money
They call me the Po Up Poet
Please point me to the money
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