(Uh) Goodness gracious Tito's got me big, I'm fucked up It's nice in Texas Woke up beside who I fucked up We got no wages Spent too much, I thought I fucked up We working Asics This shit go so hard Damn, it's fucked up Hold up, hold up Back in the whip, with the legs on up But the shit still dry though (shit's still dry though) Sippin' on a mule, with a nice chick bitch But now I got vertigo (I'm tweaking) My moves make money Yeah me and Gravy got a pact like NATO (worldwide pussy) Thirty or less she can get this dick like Domino's Domino, domino, domino Add them all up Knock them down like dominos (woah) Pulled up with your bitch at 8 AM Where she'd been you don't want to know (Gravy) Gotta bag this bag, Guantanamo (tanamo) Backpack, backpack, vamonos (vamonos) Hair slick back like Fabio (brr) Fuck my tеacher, honor roll Money wherе? Money there, money everywhere! I need that check, fair questionnaire I'm a millionaire I got that wet hair, don't care Y'all are bunch of squares I got her underwear, say a prayer Eat, pray, love, I'll hit it, then I'm out Goodness gracious Tito's got me big, I'm fucked up It's nice in Texas Woke up beside who I fucked up We got no wages Spent too much, I thought I fucked up We working Asics This shit go so hard Damn, it's fucked up This shit go so hard Damn, it's fucked up This shit go so hard Damn, it's fucked up Check the weather, make it rain Oops, it's a hurricane Yippee yi, yippee yay, think I'm sweating Gatorade Crash a plane, then get laid Now your bitch is M.I.A Paint my name up on the cake "Make a wish", I said "okay" (okay) Don't like wait too much My wrist is lit like Christmas (christmas) Got a track lady, she gon' go the distance (distance) Taco Bell pay me (pay me) Baja Blast my business (business) Jeans ain't too skinny (skinny) She still feel this dizzy Money wherе? Money there, money everywhere! I need that check, fair questionnaire I'm a millionaire I got that wet hair, don't care Y'all are bunch of squares I got her underwear, say a prayer Eat, pray, love, I'll hit it, then I'm out Goodness gracious Tito's got me big, I'm fucked up It's nice in Texas Woke up beside who I fucked up We got no wages Spent too much, I thought I fucked up We working Asics This shit go so hard Damn, it's fucked up Goodness gracious Tito's got me big, I'm fucked up It's nice in Texas Woke up beside who I fucked up We got no wages Spent too much, I thought I fucked up We working Asics This shit go so hard Damn, it's fucked up

Check it out, 1996 Bitches still sucking on dicks Hoes is tripping, mane Choosing they men by what kinda cars they drive What kinda keys you holding Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Ay C,keep yo eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers Daisy Dukes out on the block, showing cock, traffic stoppers Looking good spending some nigga G's Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Michi's, lookin' like they worth G's Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass Man, I never let them pass So tell me where can I find them With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him Bitches telling me "C, yo dick grand" All she wanna do is ride Suburban Put her ass on the leather, and rub the wood See we got boppers in Texas, oh man, that pussy look good So I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip But she blinded by the candy, she can't see I'm a pimp When she told me I looked good, I didn't feel no pride All the bitch wanted to do is just fuck my ride Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits Assuming that they body's too booming to dispute But pussy is the root of all drama An attribute put up in they head by they mama Oh yeah, I'm a tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down Niggas talking about how they passing these hoes 'round But you all tricking, them hoes told me Fools, you all ain't Goldy, riding in a goodie, but an oldie Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here You bought the bitch a drink and all her homegirls a beer Your homeboys lookin' for ya, but yo ass gone You left your niggas at the club and took all them hoes home And didn't even fuck—man, what the fuck? "If you didn't wanna fuck, then get the fuck up out the truck" You know what I mean? I ain't showing out hoes Just so these hoes can be seen, come on, you wanna fuck or cut? Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips It's just like I'm rubbing my dick between your hips And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back Bitch, I'm the real, that's why I ride Cadillac And I'm a fuck you and fuck all your friends Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz With burgundy paint, butter and AMG rims Color TV, VCR playin' X-rated films Of myself, running up in beauty queens But let me tell you all niggas the difference between you all and me You see, man, I can tell all that bitch wanted to do Is just ride for free and smoke for free But bitch, not me, you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C Unless your pussy makin' ten thousand dollars a week The only way I see you sitting in my passenger seat, you bitch Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom Like a premie out the womb My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider! Read some litera - ture on the subject You sure? F**k it You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic If that bitch do you dirty We'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart Play your part Play your part" (Pimp C:) Sweet jones My bitch a choosey lover, never f**k without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a compressor Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser Trash like the f**k for 40 dollars in the club F**king up the game, bitch you gets no love She be cross country givin all that she got A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy Ooh ooh I choose you girl (Bun B:) Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean I'll show you shit you've never seen The 7 wonders of the world And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that aint my style Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile We pilin' up the paper on the dining room table Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable We rockin precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch Put my pimpin in your life, watch your daddy get rich Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3 Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B U N B Cause what's a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoes? Dont be a lame, you know the game and how it goes We tryin to get jones Ooh ooh I choose you girl (Big Boi:) Eni mini decisions with precision I pick Or make my selection on who I choose to be with Girl don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip But slippin is something I dont do, tippin for life? (Mmm mmm!) Thats like makin it rain Every month on schedule (mmmHhmm!) Let me tell you Get your parasol umbrella cause its gonna get wetter Better prepare you for the see-saw pole She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she dont (Chopped & Screwed) Ask ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldn't stop me Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could Cause he payin 20K a day, that b**** is eating good Like an infant on a double D titty just getting plump Cause he miscalculated the next to the last bump (Chopped & Screwed) Dump dump in the gut, walk it off from the giddy up Better chose the right one or pick pick the kiddies up Ooh ooh I choose you girl I, I choose you baby

Well, well, well, well, hello baby For one day you here and then you're gone A long, long way, yeah, yeah, yeah I know la ra ra ra ra yeah Well, well, I know, I know, I know, yeah Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin' crack cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper I gotta do it quick Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' wit, yeah My mama's only son But I live everyday like it's my muthafuckin' last one Every nigga and they mama askin' why But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'ma die But if I die or should I say if I go Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go 'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me The only thing promised to a playa is the penitentiary So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip Watch my back sellin' crack and pack two clips And when ya think about that you say, "It'll be on" It's a trip you're here today but the next day you're gone One day you're here, baby And then you're gone One day you're here, baby And then you're gone One day you're here, baby And then you're gone One day you're here, baby And then you're gone This world we livin' in man it ain't nuthin' but drama Everyone wanna harm ya in New York niggas gettin' shot fo bombers Now they got yo life in the former they in like California Niggas wit dubs are hydroponic, marijuana Gangbangin' got the ghetto hotter than a sauna Down in Orange my nigga Pops died on the corner Behind a funky-ass dice game I saw him once before he died wished it was twice mayn I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib Lettin' us act bad not givin' a fuck what we did When we lost him I knew the world was comin' to the end And I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten But now it looks like when he come out man I'm goin' in So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin' zone 'Cause one day you here but the next day you gone One day you're here, baby And then you're gone One day you're here, baby And then you're gone I'm up early 'cuz ain't enough light in the daytime Smoke two sweets Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights Niggas be lookin' shife, so shife back Can't show no weakness wit these bitches life jacked Mayn it's a trip where I stay especially for me Them bitches tryin' to lock me up for the whole century They gave my nigga down in Florida Dante 19 I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I ain't no liar My man BoBo jus' lost his baby in a house fire And when I got on my knees that night to pray I asked God why he let these killas live And take my homeboy's son away Man if you got kids show 'em you love 'em 'Cuz God jus might call 'em home 'Cuz one day you're here, the next day you're gone I know, you know, well, well, yeah La ra la ra, I know, yeah, yeah Yeah, you're gone One day you're here, come on And then you're gone I know, you know, I know Yeah, oh, la ra la ra, la ra la ra No, no, no, no, no, no Come on, come on baby, baby La ra ra ra ra One day you're here, baby And then you're gone Next day you're gone One day you're here, baby And then you're gone, gone Next day you're gone Come on, don't leave me, yeah Don't leave me baby