Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Up, artist - Pimp C. Date of issue: 27.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What Up |
| High rollers what’s up |
| Dreams Houston what’s up |
| Onyx what’s up |
| You does it baby you does it baby |
| Harlem Knights what’s up |
| Treasures what’s up |
| Legends what’s up |
| Just love me baby just love me baby |
| Yeeeeeah |
| To all my Houston Texas country muffins |
| Baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin |
| And after that I’mma throw that fucking young money up |
| And we can both watch and fall like it’s bungee jumping |
| Man I’m so high, next time we won’t smoke all of that ounce you buy |
| Oooh, I almost forgot to blow them candles out |
| Cause I don’t really want to fall asleep and light this house on fire |
| Goodnight, I’m still up, I told my girl to lay down |
| I see the bottle is full, I’m bout to drink it way down |
| What up Bun my nigga |
| Man you know we stay down |
| And I’m an honoray resident in UGK town |
| I’m on my way |
| Yeah Im on my way |
| I never give a fuck about what any nigga say |
| The music all slow and the bitches all pretty |
| Me and Pimp about to do it for the city in this thing |
| What up, what up |
| H Town in this bitch |
| What up, what up |
| Me and Pimp about to do it for the city |
| What up, what up |
| What up, what up |
| Money by the Ton |
| Bricks from Crumbs |
| Millionnaire from nothing |
| Mind on hustlin |
| Pussy’s a commodity but dick sell better |
| Em dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater |
| Paint that got wetter than it was in 94 |
| The drink that got thicker and the dirt weed rolled |
| 96 Impala with the stick on the floor |
| Now its Bentely Four Doors with Patron on the Doors |
| Light wood nigga Polo fuck Hilfiger |
| Jammin Slim Thug, Belly fully of drugs |
| Young hard nigga, underdog nigga |
| Yellow Lights on the Masa (maserati) |
| Yellow diamonds on my finger |
| Playing in the car |
| My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop |
| I need some more dough I’ma PIMP for sure |
| What up, what up |
| H Town in this bitch |
| What up, what up |
| Me and Pimp about to do it for the city |
| What up, what up |
| What up, what up |
| Well its the Trill OG |
| I got the neighbourhood soul |
| Kush is dead Im getting blowed |
| Riding bangin getting throwed in the candy painted low |
| Chrome grill in front of it |
| Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes running it |
| And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the king cover |
| Don’t care what anybody say long as the King love her |
| Wish I could tell her that I dont but it would kill her |
| I just keep on gripping grains dripping stains |
| Being trilla ain’t another brother realer |
| Blowing thousand dollar killer |
| With the Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila |
| Bout to snow up in my city |
| So let me put on my chincilla |
| In the ‘rari doing donuts like my name was J Dilla |
| All about the skrilla so just point me to the dealer |
| Keep the work up in the attic and the money in the cellar |
| Your girl up in the second automatics for the fella’s |
| You see us in the back than all you gotta do is tell us |
| What up, what up |
| H Town in this bitch |
| What up, what up |
| Me and Pimp about to do it for the city |
| What up, what up |
| What up, what up |