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Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo' I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the low And if you didn't want a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'? Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks Ride with me she holdin' a pistol while I'm whippin' and poppin' the trunk We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread And we ain't never gon' have no problems Long as she hear what the fuck I said Pimpin' ain't dead it just moved to the west side Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head never stop I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind Well, I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy 100 percent, real Bun B I represent Trill with that gangsterass persona so hard that it can dent Still in the hood 'cause it needs me and the corner it feeds me So I eat all I want, my reputation preceeds me If you grimy or greasy then your best step be easy 'Cause that forty-feezy leave you leakin' fo' sheezy Trigger fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome You be leakin' out plasma and puss and your mouth'll fill up with foam So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand? Gotta play the hand that you're dealt that's until it's yo' turn to deal Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the South This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's about 'Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up, don't stop, don't pause Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A., fuck the law I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks We grind to eat and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks With 36 hoes to the ki' And ten kilos grams in the sack And 15 sacks up in the trunk Now that's one point five mill' worth of crack It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow The King Committee is now in session Today's agenda, get that dough 'Cause the clock is tickin', time is pressin' No second guessin', make your mind up Step your grind up and get that pay Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast If you wanna roll with that UGK I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

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

Ladies and gentlemen T.I.P., aye! I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now King amongst kings! But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure, y'know I'm sayin', to bring you Some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man Hey boy! (Pimp C nigga!) I gotta '66 Impala so fresh White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome On 26 inches just to get my roll on On a Jesus songs on, make them bitches get low I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip Or get hit up in yo'... (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) Never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Side to side) (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Fro-front, front back, Side to side) It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's) Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my hoes When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops (drops) The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops) Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas and GA T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.) Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) Never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Side to side) (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Fro-front, front back, Side to side) I'm switchin' lane to lane (uh), leanin' on the switch (on the switch) Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in the candy red whips (whips) Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks) Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind (mind) Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine (pine) If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it (try it) Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die (wanna die) But I don't really wanna hit ya wit' this hot thang I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo' Bangin' on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do' Yo, yo (Back, front back) Yo, yo (Fro-front, front back) Yo (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) Never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Side to side) (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Fro-front, front back, Side to side) (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side)

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

David, David, David David, David, David Banner nigga Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors I'm planning to live big, okay Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors I'm planning to live big, okay I can give a fuck about you niggas and you Hatin' hoes sitting in my black escalade Got some Suicide Doors Inside peanut butter Peter Pan brown I'm a country ass nigga with Some dues on the ground Show the motherfucking hollering skating Meet me down the street Sippin' on some purple while your Baby momma sucking me Talk about my seed then it's skeet If you fuck with me I don't have to throw a Bitch to show you I'm a fucking G N to the A to the G S R Some country ass niggas from the sippi so we are Man, I got some dro mang, you can bring the cigar We can hit the dirty and you buy off the bizarre, okay Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors I'm planning to live big, okay Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors I'm planning to live big, okay Suicide doors and a blonde hair gene It's not a damn chop it's a real Lamborghini Nigga 25 shows on the circuit in the side Ain't got no bodyguards just need my guard These niggas mighty fraud I see it their stance And a ho and I know that it got a pussy in his pants Nigga I got your advance on my pinky ring bitch Pimp C bitch, A 3 bitch, okay Need whole key bitch, weigh me 1 3 bitch My Uzi weighs a ton I bought a necklace for my dick And my nuts got there own MySpace page Hit my balls 25 thous on a day, bitch Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors I'm planning to live big, okay Pile of them niggas who know how to roll In them old school cars with them suicide doors Every bitch want him 'cause he's riding so cold But I'm chillin' on his side and we stuntin' on them hos Well, I'm known to be a baller but not on the court And I'm a rapper but work is so rare to export Yeah, I'm a player I don't play the game So keep 'em my pully pully out at the bar a nigga Mr.Street Sweeper bun beata, big bun beata Show me respect mang, perfect with the pistol They test it with a deck mang, when you see the Flashing it's the diamonds reflecting Mang so heavy on your mind Before I blow it off your neck mang Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors I'm planning to live big, okay Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors, sui-sui-suicide doors (Where I'm from) Suicide doors I'm planning to live big, okay Nigga boom, nigga boom N R tell y'all bitch ain't shit I got it motherfucker I'm planning to big, okay You can keep your wife nigga I just Wanted your lawn and ans is a side I'll never go broke I said you can keep your wife I just Wanted your lawn and ans is a side I'll never go broke Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Hold up, hold up bitch

Yo Pop ... Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us Short Dog and Doc down wit us Eric B and Pimp C you kwow they down wit us Black Rob and Eightball ...down wit us M.J.G. you know he down wit us B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us My nigga Young Ke Ke he down wit us South Side nigga and we down tah bust I'm #1 Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme about fly bitches - Daytona - Hardheaded Spokes Pockets once was phat but now your bummin' smokes And now your gung ho got'cha niggaz by your side And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside But you know as well as I know That you don't wanna die I give's ah fuck about your crew What they wanna do Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps We cock straps too And we blast on fools... fuck you over We smoke niggaz too.like Black Rob do We striaght criminals.fuck an interveiw J-Prince will ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do Bring on an interlude I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth Get out-We aim tah hit at you Method subliminal-I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit me is not so need nine mo' Now the internet, radio, prison even the t.v. All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B-U-N-B Well let's see I'm broader than Broadway Rollin' Brahma's on Broadway Got your brawd out on Broadway Tah Broadway in ah broad day Now I brought the underground plunger Sound from down under Somethin' like when that thunder pound Way from round yunder Hey I'm from the South mane Plus I'm the south main fanatical film broker Than Carol on South Main Close your mouth mane I ain't ask tah see your tonsil's or your tounge Lookin' sprung like The Prince was for Repunzil I gets twisted like a pretzel these rappers cryin' the blues Cuz I make this shit look crazier than tyin' my shoes People ask me do I write rhymes I tell 'em I used to Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember Like The Juice Crew U to the G to the K-P-A Playa Miss me bout that U-ing nigga next up is J-R Unnh tell yah Lil' J is down wit us The boy Big Chief is down wit us The nigga California is down wit us You know the boy Brad is down wit us The boy Big Mike still down wit us Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk Niggaz in the southside down wit us Fifth Ward-down tah ride down wit us Nore and Ross breakin' 'em off Cuz when they think they winnin' fucked boy your lost I like the rye white raised on gravy and rice This Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life... Super Tight Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks We got game on loud... bitch you ain't proud Smoke private stock-got blades chopped Keep ah young yella bop and ah pistol tah pop On ah punk motherfucker talkin' shit wit ah gun Pimp and Bun like DMC and DJ Run Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name Some Grip It On That Other Level Face be bustin' they head Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds Red the king of south and I'm the aire to the throne J-Prince done took off runnin' like Dedo Cartione My nigga J-D you know he down wit us Rock-a-Fella Records is down wit us Cash Money Millionaires Is down wit us Pretty Boy Floyld you know he down wit us Roy Jones Jr. he's down wit us Iron Mike Tyson down wit us Lennox Lewis is down wit us And knockin' motherfuckers out is ah must Rockin' Rodney Moore down wit us My nigga Willie you know he down wit us Can't forget about Reggie cuz he down wit us My nigga J-Prince you know he down wit us Big Teeth and B-Dub down tah bust And these niggaz in this motherfucker down wit us Takin' motherfuckers out is ah must we #1

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

Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's big pimpin' baby It's big pimpin', spendin' G's Feel me, uh huh uh, uh huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em 'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talki'n 'bout, what's the reasons? I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe 'em In the cut where I keep 'em Till I need a nut, till I need to beat the guts Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' 'em up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread So you can be livin' it up Shit I parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience and I hate waitin' Hoe get yo' ass in and let's r i i i i i d e Check 'em out now R i i i i i d e, yeah And let's r i i i i i d e Check 'em out now R i i i i i d e, yeah We doin', big pimpin', we spendin' G's Check 'em out now, big pimpin', on B L A D's We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B Yo yo yo, big pimpin', spendin' G's We doin', big pimpin', on B L A D's We doin'. big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my scenario Oops, my bad, that's my scenario No I can't fuck a scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin', they say, there he go Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me And you see us comin' down on yo' slab Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin' I Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on Pump it up in the prozone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't the track that we flow's on But when shit get hot, then the Glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger man Fo' real it don't get no bigger man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool We be big pimpin', spendin' G's We be big pimpin', on B L A D's We be big pimpin' down in P A T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B 'Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' G's And we be big pimpin', on B L A D's 'Cause we be big pimpin' in P A T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B nigga Uh, smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me Uh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise We be big pimpin', spendin' G's We be big pimpin', on B L A D's We be big pimpin' down in P A T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B 'Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' G's And we be big pimpin', on B L A D's 'Cause we be big pimpin' in P A T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B nigga