Paul Williams – Slice of Paul Lyrics
I come from a land down under, It's no wonder everybody's always tryna' dial me up
I'm the man from the land of the long white cloud and I'm proud that's the reason why I smile it up
Cause I'll always know where my home is, like Caesar knows where Rome is. Cause I've roamed but all I know is
Baby we the best
New Zealand yeah I've got a feelin' that tonight's gonna be a good night (uh)
South Auckland yeah I hear ‘em talkin' "he's a little white but he's good right?"
Your righter than a writer writing with her right hand, I'm flyer than a flyer talkin' 'bout tonight's band
"Get money, blow money" -my life plan. "Who better than this?" let me see ...I am!
Im better than you'll ever be, gotta hotter recipe, gotta lotta flows so you better never mess with me
I ain't speakin' literally, but I'm speakin' letterally, I'm always one ahead of "U" like the letter "T"
Look Mum I'm everybody's envy, the 4th most loved Paul in all of N Zee, (I meant N Zed) but still lets see, Holmes, Henry, Suzanne then me
What up John Key? I know your watching me. I should have your job: Meritocracy
I’m meritorious so quit jockin’ me. I’m what the games been missing: Apostrophe
I’ve got the game locked down and I’ve lost the key. I’m the real deal what you get is what you see
And what you see is beautiful (he said cockily) that’s why the paparazzi always wanna shot of me
The Sunday Star Times had it damn right when they said that I was going up like a flight
Of stairs to a plane if you get what I’m sayin’: Double the flight double the height. Right?
The land of the long white cloud? Look around. The weathers all sweet. There is not a cloud to be found. We’ve just gotta lotta Sheep
I’m rockin’ bare feet, chillin’ on the beach, in a wifebeater: Tony Veitch
Yeah I’m like a Mac, un-P.C and your gassed up cause you can’t be “P” (BP)
You can change the flag but you can never change me cause you know I always hit the Mark like Sainsbury
Yeah I’m brainy, hurry up and pay me. I’m straight killin’ it: David Bain
He murdered fashion with a passion, colors on his jersey clashin’. Now he’s free and now I’m cashin’ in on what he did by rappin’ ‘bout it on a track with Dave Dobbyn in the back. Said I’m sorry Mr. Dobbyn but I ain’t payin’ you jack
And it’s like that. I bet you never would’ve guessed that you’d ever see a rapper rappin’ in a woolen vest, well yes I’m him and do not put me to the test cause my Iwi is Kiwi and baby we the best
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