| Yo smoke sumthin bitch, yo yo yo
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| Its pimp c from tha trill and sittin on tha Grill
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| Me and bun smokn on tha reff all yall bitches
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| Need to fix yall weve, 'cause who need a b do ya see?
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| (Pimp C Talking)
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| Its «Bun b», «Z-Ro», «Young Jeezy», «Slick Pulla», «Hype d» and «Pimp c»
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| in tha place to be. |
| Texas stand up and throw up ya cup
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| (Z-Ro Chorus)
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| Yo its texas, ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus
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| Dont f**k with us, nigga we bust yo ass up, throw up ya cup
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| And say …
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| Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
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| Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
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| (Young Jezzy Verse 2)
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| Yo its tha snowman with all tha snowhoe
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| Open da door, smack a hoe and shut tha door, hit tha floor
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| Who need a B when i rap and trap in ATL, i can even do this in texas
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| Like pimp c said we all got the Lexus with tha grill, we camme to kill
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| So when bun come to town we got tha trill
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| (Slick Pulla on Chorus)
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| Yo its texas, ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus
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| Dont f**k with us, nigga we bust yo ass up, throw up ya cup
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| And say …
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| Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
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| Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
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| (Bun b Verse 3)
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| Yo its bun, got tha gun lock n load
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| Head to tha boat and i take ya coat
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| Hey girl i wanna do is see that …
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| Lemme murk that till ya got a hurt back
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| Show ya where tha crib at. |
| got that kryptonite
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| We can see my hoe andu have a girl fight so look at me
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| And say…
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| (Hype D on Chorus)
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| Yo its texas, ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus
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| Dont f**k with us, nigga we bust yo ass up, throw up ya cup
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| And say …
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| Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
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| Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see
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| (Slick Pulla + Z-Ro Talking}
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| Yo we had bun b, pimp c, now we got tha world famous…
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| (Hype-D Verse 4)
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| Yo i can rap in Atl, i can put it in a basket
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| And ship it to alaska nigga im tha best ya heard what i said
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| Its Hype-D, R.o.c, and texas in this bitch i came from tha trill
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| Born to kill and got a killa grill, They call me Hype to tha d
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| Dont ya see? |
| i gotta have me a hoe tippin on 4's lambroghini doors
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| Slick floors with sum killa hoes, im tha best say no mo, Sippin on rum
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| Girl i wanna make u cum, so all my hoes that in tha house im bout to dig
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| Up in that blouse come to my mansion not my house deep up in tha purple
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| Haze clouds where tha doulja grows, where tha trees grow, where u see bucnh
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| of hoes where ya see flamin hoes, ya its H town in tha game and
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| Tha south is bout to take ya fame «damn!» |
| ya i know how ya fill so take ya pill
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| and calm tha f**k down, 'cause when i come to ya town you know what went down
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| man i shut shit down i KILL yo ass and put you in tha dog pound nigga i pull
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| tha trigga and deal with tha figgaz i can rap i can trap i can od it all hey
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| hoe suck on my balls 'cause when i rep tha trill ya be killed on tha floor and
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| hype tha man i ain’t got no fans but im bout to get em so hit on em and spit on
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| em 'cause Its Hype d roc in tha place to b!!! |