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