| Starched and cleaned
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| Poppin' out lookin' good
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| I still represent the same… neighborhood
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| Aye… the whole world like «Flip where the fuck you been?»
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| On vacation, ridin' in my Maybach Benz (yeaahh)
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| I’m swangin' left and right like I ain’t got no license
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| The nine on my hip I call it «Iron» Mike Tyson
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| And you already know what we mix our Sprites in (sizzurp)
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| Yellow gold that’s where we dip our ice in (bling!)
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| Your hoes that’s where we stick our pipes in
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| Homie I’m freeestylin', I’m not writin'
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| Man I be reppin' Texas way harder than y’all (harder than y’all)
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| I’m a millionaire dawg, I’m way smarter than y’all (smart than y’all)
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| I got 15 pieces, cars with no leases
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| A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream, you know I’m
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| Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone
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| I be rollin' hella chrome
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| Clover watch with yellow stones (I'm shinin'!)
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| Cook the work then get it gone
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| Break it down to all zones and don’t be talkin' on your phone (hello…
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| cause we grindin'!)
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| See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's glass now
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| Ya be ridin' on 3's, you ain’t like them Clover G’s
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| I got a ticket at the light cause my rims ain’t stop (stop!)
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| And I hope he don’t smell all this smoke comin' out
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| You know the Clover G’s first, then Sqad-Up next (next)
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| So all my enemies you better guard ya chest (yep!)
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| Cause everyday I’m fly now, yeah my paper high now
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| And I represent the Screwed Up Click until I die ha!
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| I’m a H-Town nigga (Tex)
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| Stay down nigga
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| Parkin' out at the club, at the playground nigga (aye)
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| I don’t lay down nigga (why?)
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| I lay niggas down (how many?)
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| I rock Sean John lining, and I don’t play around
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| I push mo' teeth than the motiff
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| I get my grind on homie
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| Everything starched down, like I gotta get my eye on (pop my collar)
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| And I still represent the same neighborhood (what's that?)
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| Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood (aye)
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| I’m a hood nigga, tight white, white ones
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| Bad bitches get head pinned
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| I’mma go pull out the right ones
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| I shine like diamonds, swangin' wide with the roof back
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| Cushion the amp with the roof cracked
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| Dawg is hot, I’mma loot that
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| Ayyyyeee…
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| I’m poppin' out and lookin 'good fresh out that wood grain
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| Recline the buck and hold the cup befo' I switch lane
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| I’m in that brain stain, where seven disc change
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| It’s in the wind, but spinnin' rims when the speed gain (gain)
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| Oh yeah this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned
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| I’m poppin' doors and pullin' hoes befo' I flee the scene
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| They catch us steppin' out with foreign doors and plenty slab
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| It’s Don Ke and young Flippa, niggas do the math
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| The doors suicide (cide), the brains blowin' out (blowin' out)
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| It’s chrome strutzin', buttergutcha, know what I’m talkin' 'bout?
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| It’s S.U.C., Screwston, Texas so we slowed down
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| You sip you drank and get you bank, this is H-Town |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starchy Klean, artist - Pimp C. Album song DJ Chill Presents Pimp C Trill Connection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп