True [Remix] – Song and Lyrics by 50/50 Twin

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘True [Remix]’ by 50/50 Twin. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50/50 Twin or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

50-50 Mill twin
Lew Hawk
Chamillionaire,
Paul wall the color changin click,
Paid in full records, check ya sound scans we the water boys

Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin’ bout I’m true, I’m true.
Your ridin swangs your grippin’ grain I do I do.
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin’ trunk
Your jammin’ screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

Forget what them boys is talkin’ bout I’m true, I’m true (I’m so true).
Your ridin’ swangs your grippin’ grain I do I do.
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk
Your jammin’ screw them water boys we so true to you.

Come the h-town plexion you leave with a bloody mouth,
That’s all we do is dirt in the dirrty muggy muddy south.
If the CD in your deck aint screwed, ehect
And cut it off I ask em is that that laid back slow and sluggish talk.
Before show time no rubbin’ wood, I go and rub the boss, rims so big when
I park the top of the truck above the house.
You jammed up and do no time we all above the law,
Oh yeah them boys fly south we boys haul a bunch a raw

Mayne forget they talkin’ bout its true our stacks stand tall.
In Houston we get more buck bucks then a reggae dance hall.
I’m free valet, everyday cant say I ain’t got no damn pull,
I pull up with the top droppin’ like err-err-err-pouhh
Ladies don’t ride wit me I don’t blow the AC,
Cause my next chili like the third member of TLC.
Put me in a old folks home if you talkin’ bout gettin’ some bucks
Cause my wallet got senoir citizens in it, 50’s and up.
Its Koopa.

Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin’ bout I’m true, I’m true.
Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do.
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk
Your jammin’ screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

Forget what them boys is talkin’ bout I’m true, I’m true (I’m so true).
Your ridin’ swangs your grippin’ grain I do I do.
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin’ trunk
Your jammin’ screw them water boys we so true to you.

Forget what these boys are talkin’ bout we players not no squares.
There’s more lights in my mouth than the lights in times square.
I swear these boys be knowin’ we drippin’ candy off the dropper
Cause our paint changin’ colors like the hair on Cindy Lauper.
Forget what these boys is talkin’ bout I’m true on 22.
My neck wrist and mouth stay below 22, degrees
Please cheese no cash is what I’m bout,
No need for social security check my safe deposit box wow.

Forget what they talkin’ bout spreewells rotate fast.
My mental navigation system set on locate cash
I got to keep my pockets fatter than Andre
The giant my rims pokin’ out like wings but my car ain’t flyin’
Look forget what they talkin’ bout the water boys be true,
My bill phone is thick and chunky kinda like beef stew.
They askin’ if its stuff to wear what I got on each shoe
Cause I’m ridin’ on the type of glass that ain’t see through, baby

[Chorus]

Boys be perpetratin’ purple, they gotta stop actin’,
More cars in my garage than 5 o-clock traffic.
In Houston I keep an iron in case I gotta stop static,
Like shoes tied together you trippin’ I gotta pop at it.

Ey they say where it if the shoe fits so I found out 22’s did.
Without it the games empty like the space in Lews tooth is.
Big rocks and a wrist watchin’, the F-P-D’s watchin’,
And if gettin’ money’s illegal, ey I think I’m a need Cockren.

All my mind in all time who thinkin’ money over music.
Smell ya grind time so these bustas cant do ya.
Its the water boy bafoons go and lock the game.
If its a hall of fame gone stuntin’, go on and hang our name up wow.

21 years in the game I spit 21 payin’ dues
My wallet fatter now than a 5 year old tyin shoes.
My slappin’ beat up on the block I left the concret dues.
You better check the billboards for the latest water boys news

Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin’ bout I’m true, I’m true.
Your ridin’ swangs your grippin’ grain I do I do.
Your candy red your candy blue your poppin’ trunk
Your jammin’ screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.